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Etienne was one of the brightest students of the university, and also one of the brightest people I had met until then. If anyone of us, someday, could reach the category of genius-madman, it was without hesitation, he. I loved to cross paths with him in the corridors of power and continue with our classic Byzantine discussions about love, God, immortality, the human soul, vampires, etc. I always had an unusual perspective, and yet coherent, rational, convincing. Even then, I really enjoyed doing as Advocatus Diaboli . I Ren & # 237; to constantly accuse me of being a big jerk (asshole to Peru, the opposite of the Mexican version), because he never sided with any ideological position ; GICA, if believed, was to give the Contras, and pleasure, when my opponent was contradicted. Well I can say in my favor, which some enjoy pulling comets mine, at that time was the controversy cafe.

Although we do not see a good few years ago, and I have completely lost their trail, "the last time I saw it, was giving a short talk at a bookstore to the Latin Quarter of Paris, today more than yesterday, I began to remember. Thereason: I accidentally came across his former wife in a supermarket sanisidrino, while buying some perishable items for the menu of the week, the elegant and rubilinda María del Pilar Valle Riestra, ex Schlamauss, which is how his name is Etienne. He recognized me instantly, and as old friends began to talk about the past. Accompanied me to finish my shopping, we took the bags to the parking ordinances in the back of the truck, and headed to the cafeteria we had before us . I will not give the name of the place, because the coffee was something volveríaa not repeat. They charged me like I was served a glass of JW blue label when he was a bitter Robusta coffee that Grumpy Smurf poo. In short, these things tend to happen even in the best cities.

After a fun chat about two hours, we parted with kisses and hugs, and promised to call next week to re-remember-healthy-old days. We both knew deep down that was not going to happen. She is a happily divorced woman allegedly decent, and I, a happily married man allegedly decent too. In addition, we have recognized a couple of people who were also taking coffee there, so, if we put a r & # 225; ask stop all this, the gossips were about to invent and invent and invent. It is a pity that in Lima almost nobody believes that a man he can be friends with a woman, and do not therefore want to take her to bed and vice versa. Anyway, c'est la vie . Say now, what he did extended the discussion was to understand the details of his failed marriage. Good Etienne

always boasted of being a gentleman of the old school, quite detailed, extremely attentive to every female who was with him. He said that love is manifested in the detail, so for example, to walk the right side of your companion, open thecar door, to always pay the bill, to never forget a bouquet of roses or flowers, according to the mood-estacióny at every appointment they had, among many other cases. I listened, and honestly, I thought. You're a dandy, he said. The last of the suitors, dammit! Until Maripi married. Was herself, and not an observer, who told me about the most objective, which was to live with it, especially the last two years. A cold person, predictable, temperamental, offensive. How distant, of that romantic he had known. Well, we should hear the version of Etienne. But if I pregua herd of donkeys. Married men are simple beings, pedestrian, we only want to be calm and have fun, as far as possible. In other words, we want to fuck all the time. We are no longer besieged towns to conquer in his name, or mounted shooting stars with his name. Well you say, dear Abelito of Manhattan, "marriage is the descent of the warrior." ;