HISTORIAS DEL BARRIO english Historias del barrio ENGLISH | Page 8

We went to
sit on the
shoeshiner’s bench
in Plaza Mayor.
The
port?
What are
we doing?
I saw an
aircraft
carrier this
morning. I
went to Las
Rocas.
We could go
to the port...
Las Rocas was the breakwater along the
seafront. That’s what we called it: “The
Rocks”. Whenever I had to get out of the
house I would go there, to sit and look out
to sea.
What were
you doing at
Las Rocas?
I used to think that
everything good in the
world was beyond
that horizon. I thought
that there, past the
line where the boats
disappeared, mothers
didn’t blow their tops and
fathers weren’t alcoholics.
I thought that it was always
daytime, that summer lived there,
and that you could reach it
on a boat.
Um...
I don’t know.
Sometimes I
go to... I don’t
know. I like to
go there. That’s
all.
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