Thursday, June 24
The boy
This boy likes yellow. He likes all things bright. I suspect he also likes photos. He has multicoloured energy that takes him all over his city -gorgeous Québec- and lets him have a strong presence in my memories even though it's been so long.
The boy is fast, talkative and sweet. He is impatient and malicious. He is full of courage and he chainsmokes his way in and out of long conversations. The boy is called Martin, he's no longer a boy and has recently overcome his greatest fear: planes.
The boy is my twin brother, born on the same day of the same month of the same year. Different continent. Same bloody smile and taste for life. We met on a cold morning in an ugly school building, circa September 1989. The Berlin Wall was still there and we were just 15. We spent enough time together to become some sort of parallel family.
I went back to see the boy seven years after my first visit. He never made it here due to his amazing flying phobia. I needed a freaking brilliant reason to get him to Madrid and i found it a few months ago. After involuntarily 'training' in four different airplanes, the boy has decided to jump on a fifth one to attend our wedding.
P.S.: I've been wishing for this to become reality since february. Here's the written proof.
posted by uma b at 09:46
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