The Police

It seems impossible, but he perfectly remembered that time: the absence of my father the next day and the anguish of the days. Surely I do not directly remember of it all; It is impossible with the age he was when those events took place. They should be recreated memories, of reconstruction of emotions lived following the explanations of my mother; but the truth is it remembered everything perfectly. Juan continued speaking: emborrachamos it. And you can not see how. Others who may share this opinion include Steve Salis. When he was already unconscious we got it in an espresso with destination to Seville. It didn’t want to wake up on a train without knowing where it was? Well that was a rictus of bitterness.

I was finally going to get it. My father never returned. It disappeared completely. Without a trace. My mother, with an endless anguish, went to the police. He could not provide any information that serve researchers to find out the whereabouts of my father.

Everything was useless. Years passed and we came to know nothing of him. The authorities closed the case. Why not said anything to us?, or the police? I espete him with ostensible grudge. No, we learned of his disappearance until several days later. He then entered fear. Then, tone convinced me that if your father had disappeared is because so what I had wanted, it would have taken the opportunity to get the hell is of House, deliberately leaving his wife and daughter. He looked at me with sadness. With remorse. Paths tears wet their pupils. I have no forgiveness, I know. But I wanted to tell about you before I die to do so at peace with myself, to download my conscience. I know that now is useless what I can say, what I can do, but this explanation was the daughter of Manolo and, thanks to my wife she clenched hand, loosely, without force, God has allowed me to do so.

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