The other cheek I could not help to attend, had been rejected too many invitations, and even though I knew it would end badly, I took a taxi. I asked him to take me to Chinatown. The driver, a young, left hand holding a bag of chips and the steering wheel alternated the right to change the speed and take the soft flakes due to the excessive sauce in her mouth, I had no fear.
Although she often visited Chinatown, know the names of the streets, only reference I had with me, so when I walked down a street cab to the east and one south. I found myself in a totally dark street, lit only by the pair of lights that were in each of the corners, I had to get through, not without feeling an irrational fear, hoping that some shade would kill someone jump.
Fortunately I arrived at my destination, a bar where she and her colleagues were already drinking beer for a couple of hours. He greeted me and introduced carefully, I said hello and greeted indifferent to his friends as form. She dazzling as ever. At that moment I wondered why I had refused to see her many times, why I had been deprived of observing his exquisite body which in turn is accompanied by a mind that, although inconsistent most of the time, I was extremely captivating. His colleagues, perfectly interpreted the cliché of bureaucrats, faced with a bad tan office. For my money stayed away while I was catching up with her.
The bubble in which I was not last all night and broke when one of them approached me saying: "And you do you do, what the hell do you live? Not to mention the hassle invaded I reluctantly told him that she taught. Not satisfied and the next question was overcrowded: Master of what you are? I'm no teacher, I teach History teacher is one who completes a Masters, said in a tone quite dry. The expression on his face changed, was now quite sure that was in the midst of a battle and prepared to attack. Then, as history teacher will be able to clarify some doubts I have right? He said as he closed his attack with a grin looking forward to my answer. Surely I can answer some, but I'm not an encyclopedia, I replied in my clumsy attempt to lower the intensity the meeting.
Porfirio Díaz, Alejandro Magno, Carlos Salinas de Gortari, the student movement of 1968 and Adolf Hitler were among the topics discussed. Needless to say, I was extremely uncomfortable, invaded an extreme anger, but I had to keep quiet, all he wanted was that the interrogation was over and talk to her again, which remained as a spectator, waiting for that one emerged victorious.
His friend and I we appeared tired, I guess that is why he decided to ask the question that would decide the match: what about Jesus Christ, was indeed the son of God? I had to close my eyes for several seconds, breath deeply, exhaled air that flooded my lungs and said I do not know if it was the son of a god, all I can say is it was a wonderful person with principles worthy of imitation. And you follow them? Were the words out of his mouth, words that put me against the wall. Unfortunately not, and you? That was me against attack. Could not help it, threw his body back, leaned his shoulders back, a huge smile came over his face and said yes. Best opportunity I could not find, so my fingers throne, turn to her and my lips without a sound leak, they said sorry. I went back to my opponent and I noted: I hope you put the other cheek, while my right fist crashed against his arrogant face.
"Everything I do for you" Left
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