Adios, Cowboy

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SUMMER 2009 CAME TOO EARLY. This meant that ferocious heat had been building up ever since the beginning of May: the spring roses were expiring in the parks and stone troughs.

At the end of July I packed all my belongings, abandoned the borrowed apartment where I had lived through several lost years and set off for home.

My sister met me in the kitchen of our old house with her suitcase already prepared for her departure. During our conversation lasting an hour and a half, she got up from the table four times, once to pour me some milk and three times to go to the bathroom. Finally she came back with her lips colored bright pink, which surprised me, but I didn’t say anything. She hadn’t used that color lipstick before. While she was talking to me, she sent several text messages, and then finally she stood up, straightened her skirt, and set off along the lengthy corridor and down the stairs. Ma was lying in her room on the lower floor, surfing channels.

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