Breathe
By Mariana Conde
One sunny winter day I was in a train station in another country. I was killing time waiting for the train that would take me to visit some town whose name I no longer remember. I was looking at the magazine and candy stands without deciding to buy anything, weighing the cost-benefit between an apple or chocolate cookies when I was in the train:
- Sorry to bother you, do you speak Italian?
- Yes.
- Could I ask you a favor... Do you have 15 minutes?
There are Jehovah's Witnesses here too, I thought.
- Not really, I don't know... what is it about?
- Can you come with me? It's nothing weird, it's just a love thing.
He is not a witness but a madman and a rather strange one, I thought. I took a step back.
- Oh no! That sounded really bad, let me explain...
- Excuse me, my train is leaving," I said and started walking.
- I need to see Amalia, but her father won't let us.
