HISTORIAS DEL BARRIO english Historias del barrio ENGLISH | Page 7

I would’ve taken
the sailors there
for free.
For some reason
I had become
interested in sex
earlier than my
friends.
So the chance
to go inside
those clubs was
exciting for me.
To see those women sitting on their stools,
with their impossibly short miniskirts
and plunging necklines, was its own
reward. And I could take away that smell
with me, too.
A smell that I remembered
at night, just before
falling asleep.
One afternoon in June things at home
turned sour. I was used to the yelling and
the fighting. I had even come to accept
plates flying and smashing against walls
occasionally.
But that day
things really
got ugly. I
couldn’t take
it any more
and I went
out. I went
to look for
Benjamín.
He lived
in Calle
Sindicato.
Benjamín!
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