Good Educator

Went down the store to buy some ice cream. Came back to my apartment with some vainilla already melting on my right hand and sweeping sweat from my forehead with my left. Opened my door. Eyes fixed on the mess on my right hand. I listened two voices which I decided to ignore. Pass by the hall and got to the kitchen's door. Voices got louder. What's this? I opened the door and I see there are two old men talking. Their faces show we share a common question: Who are you?. We stare at each other for a while. They see I have an ice cream on my hand which, to them, means I'm not harmful... They're waiting for my answer; I'm waiting for theirs. 30 seconds went by easily. What's going on? Who are you and why are you in my kitchen? Did something break while I was out? The two guys kept looking at me. One turned his head to my ice cream and then to the window. It was snowing.  A brain malfunction caused by a poisoned or expired vainilla ice cream was my most certain gues...

 I arrived to China in 2019. It was around 4:00 pm of a November 16th. What I remember the most was the playfulness of my mind during the last hours of my flight. My hands played with the buttons of the screen in front of my seat; sometimes this monitor will only show me white or gray clouds but from time to time I would be amazed by brown and green fields.  My boss picked me up at the airport and I just remember to feel so safe once I heard someone calling my name. However, I felt the safest when meeting a friend who could speak my own language. I hugged her and thank God I could listen someone speaking Spanish after maybe 2 days of listening everyone speaking either in English or Chinese.  Almost two years now. Funny thing, I love the way I live in China but I feel like packing now even though I must still wait 4 months now. I really feel like leaving now. I succeeded. I ticked all my to-do's from 2020.  What did I gain? I have learnt to live alone and enjoy myself...

- ¿Recuerdas lo mucho que me amabas antes de que me amaras? - preguntó ella posando sus manos sobre el pecho descubierto del hombre que la ha acompañado por 30 años. -No entiendo. ¿Amarte antes de amarte? - si. En algún momento de tu vida decidiste que era momento de decirme que me amabas. - si...- lo dijo alargando la última vocal esperando una conclusión. -Pues he pensado que yo hice igual pero ahora... Ahora no te amo, pero sería incapaz de pensar en otra persona- lo miró a los ojos y concluyó - el hecho de que no te ame significa que te amo aún en mayor medida. Es como un amor verdadero hacia la persona, luego de haber amado la pasión y los sueños que tenía en esa persona. El hombre la miró con ojos de entendimiento y hasta cierto punto se sentía identificado. Queriéndosela quitar de encima dijo: también me sentiría devastado sin tu amor.