Many noons, he would go down to play in the street and run into his father, who was returning from a round with his friends. Then, his father would take him along for the last stops, and it was in those moments that he began chatting. Always with a glass of grape juice and a few battered prawns.
Over time, since he didn’t attend school and had private tutors who came to his house, he had plenty of free time. So, he would chat alone, reading Umbral in the Norte. Later, in the afternoons, he would chat with his friends — always with a glass of rosé.
He believes chatting was his best school of socialization and empathetic development. You meet all kinds of people, listen and take part in countless conversations — most of them surreal. You observe behaviors that enrich your judgment and learn about life.
Now he sees that many people also chat — but with a phone in their hands.
Sometimes he thinks they’d do better with a glass of rosé instead.