4-12x40 Bushnell Sportsman

Another magic moment


- Next year, I want to pick up my nest.

After three years, the future may well be identified as tomorrow, next year or August. No matter. Marcela wants what is very clear: that he come to pick her up out of the nest at some point.

As on the last day of summer school in his "other" nest, I choose the date but do not tell anyone. Marcela least. When your age is counted on the fingers of one hand and the future is a concept so abstract it is better not to alter the routine.

So here I am, at noon, in front of the nest with the name of pirouette. I look quickly at me, the little girl a smile you will never forget. Run to me, it pounces. I have no need to stoop to load.

- You like it has come to pick you up?

nods. She bites her lower lip. No speech. I see. It's hard to tell who is happier at that time.

way home. I tell him I'm going to stay for lunch. Remove all toys to show me, then keep them one by one. Elisa is happy because he just returned Cajamarca:

- Are we going to Cajamarca? "I say.
- I do not like storms.
- We go where there is no storm. In August there are no storms.
- I have no umbrella.
- buy one.

- Where? I've never seen where they sell "replica, while shrugs and raises his hands.
- Search. Or we buy to get to Cajamarca. There sure if they sell.
- No, I do not like storms.

lunch. We played a little bit. We talked. We laughed. He tells me things. I tell him things. With grief I see that I get the time to leave. I leave with the promise to repeat the experience. Yes, but next day take me to the park after eating .