In June 1988 I started working at a company located reform in the district of Pilar. The salary was more than twice what I was making at my previous job, but the conditions were, ultimately, far tougher. Firstly, I finished cushy to go to work by subway. At that area had not stopped, and from my house was all a pilgrimage to Mecca take the bus to get to the office, so I had no choice but to pull the car all day.
My job change also coincided with a grip on the advertising agency where she worked Pilar. We reached a point where we hardly saw each weekday. I came home tired, and she was the same. From time to time took out "forces of openness, "as our friend, and did everything possible to see us, well about me to the Agency if someday, those coincidences of life, coming out soon, or approaching it to barrio del Pilar, if which time it was pouring through it. In the latter case, we used to drink in one of the few bars that were in the area, well away from the trough, we told our hardships, and then took her home.
Our weekends were basically quiet. We had begun to distance ourselves a bit of common group of friends, who called only once in a while. It is curious how comfortable We have always found Pilar and I were alone, in our daily living and travel. Not that we left alone at times because we did not have anyone to share the output, is that sometimes even apañábamos to us from the beginning to be so. We had a more direct and frequent contact with a partner who shared a friendship with Pilar from many years ago: Felipe and Luis. Fondly remember many Saturday afternoons spent at his home in Moratalaz, before they went to live in Tres Cantos, filled with table games, music, and food purchased in stores in the area. Sometimes we even got together with my sister, my brother or my cousins, sometimes with Montse and Javier ... The home of Luis and Felipe was a perfect meeting place, which gave us the wee hours of the morning chatting about the divine and human, travel past, present and future, and anything else that we put to shot. The relationship with Montse and Javier eventually deteriorate gradually, reaching have virtually no contact, in part because everyone was living their life and their relationship in different ways, and largely also because the distance and working conditions, both Pilar as mine, we printed a certain amount of laziness to the four that ended distancing. Sometimes I thought it could also happen that Pilar much as I needed to enjoy our relationship in solitude, something quite difficult to achieve when one is immersed in a group of friends. I think it's a law of life that in any group, where couples have been formed for the group eventually disintegrate, as if it had fulfilled its mission of evangelization, so to speak.
Needless to say my group of friends had gone down, gradually, our life. I think that is also a law of life, unchanging and enduring: the friends that remain are usually always the girl, and if anything, a friend, usually without girlfriend, and very, very intimate, the boy. That was the case of John Antonio, my cousin and lifelong friend, and Maise, his girlfriend at the time. Juan Antonio had met Pilar in San Mateo, the famous day of the first date and a day later in which Pilar and I had gone to that place for a drink. We had not had occasion to meet for a drink, watch movies and spend the afternoon together. I remember with particular fondness an afternoon of Saturday, in which Juan Antonio, or fought in San Mateo, or came later. We agreed to meet in front of the cinema Gran Via, in the first session to see a movie that was release, and had brought a revolution in mixing real picture animated picture, which still represented a step forward technically impressive at the time. It was "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" I remember like it was yesterday. Pilar picked up at home. Remember to dress she was wearing dark blue, one of the most liked. We
the official presentation at the box office, film, removing the entry for the film. Kisses for Juan Antonio and Maise, kisses to Pilar, and get to see the movie. Pilar sat beside me and beside Maise, more or less in line eight or nine of the stalls. We exchanged a few sentences before lights out, and started the movie.
Well, folks: I swear, before completion of the credits, good Pilar closed her eyes, rested her head on my shoulder, and slept like a log, literally. Incredible, but true. Juan Antonio and Maise watching us, looking to be saying "what the hell do Pilar sleeping with a movie so wonderful?". The truth is that Pilar was not ever know if the movie was good or not, it just did not wake up until the end. Not heard anything, good woman. An entry, which fortunately at that time were not as expensive as today, literally thrown away.
That afternoon I learned two things about the hobby of Pilar cinema: first, that ever was to take under any circumstances, the session of the meeting four or ten, and the second, which could fall pikes peak, open land or down a storm lava rocks, if Pilar had good sleep, sleep, caught him where he was caught. We went to the movies much, much, rather, because we were both big fans, and we knew instill that love of Sergio (although the first time that the movies were the three was a disaster, as I tell you in due course) but always at seven, or as much, at eight o'clock. Above or below this time, Pilar became a sort of Icarus falling asleep, no matter how uncomfortable it was the chair.
My job change also coincided with a grip on the advertising agency where she worked Pilar. We reached a point where we hardly saw each weekday. I came home tired, and she was the same. From time to time took out "forces of openness, "as our friend, and did everything possible to see us, well about me to the Agency if someday, those coincidences of life, coming out soon, or approaching it to barrio del Pilar, if which time it was pouring through it. In the latter case, we used to drink in one of the few bars that were in the area, well away from the trough, we told our hardships, and then took her home.
Our weekends were basically quiet. We had begun to distance ourselves a bit of common group of friends, who called only once in a while. It is curious how comfortable We have always found Pilar and I were alone, in our daily living and travel. Not that we left alone at times because we did not have anyone to share the output, is that sometimes even apañábamos to us from the beginning to be so. We had a more direct and frequent contact with a partner who shared a friendship with Pilar from many years ago: Felipe and Luis. Fondly remember many Saturday afternoons spent at his home in Moratalaz, before they went to live in Tres Cantos, filled with table games, music, and food purchased in stores in the area. Sometimes we even got together with my sister, my brother or my cousins, sometimes with Montse and Javier ... The home of Luis and Felipe was a perfect meeting place, which gave us the wee hours of the morning chatting about the divine and human, travel past, present and future, and anything else that we put to shot. The relationship with Montse and Javier eventually deteriorate gradually, reaching have virtually no contact, in part because everyone was living their life and their relationship in different ways, and largely also because the distance and working conditions, both Pilar as mine, we printed a certain amount of laziness to the four that ended distancing. Sometimes I thought it could also happen that Pilar much as I needed to enjoy our relationship in solitude, something quite difficult to achieve when one is immersed in a group of friends. I think it's a law of life that in any group, where couples have been formed for the group eventually disintegrate, as if it had fulfilled its mission of evangelization, so to speak.
Needless to say my group of friends had gone down, gradually, our life. I think that is also a law of life, unchanging and enduring: the friends that remain are usually always the girl, and if anything, a friend, usually without girlfriend, and very, very intimate, the boy. That was the case of John Antonio, my cousin and lifelong friend, and Maise, his girlfriend at the time. Juan Antonio had met Pilar in San Mateo, the famous day of the first date and a day later in which Pilar and I had gone to that place for a drink. We had not had occasion to meet for a drink, watch movies and spend the afternoon together. I remember with particular fondness an afternoon of Saturday, in which Juan Antonio, or fought in San Mateo, or came later. We agreed to meet in front of the cinema Gran Via, in the first session to see a movie that was release, and had brought a revolution in mixing real picture animated picture, which still represented a step forward technically impressive at the time. It was "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" I remember like it was yesterday. Pilar picked up at home. Remember to dress she was wearing dark blue, one of the most liked. We
the official presentation at the box office, film, removing the entry for the film. Kisses for Juan Antonio and Maise, kisses to Pilar, and get to see the movie. Pilar sat beside me and beside Maise, more or less in line eight or nine of the stalls. We exchanged a few sentences before lights out, and started the movie.
Well, folks: I swear, before completion of the credits, good Pilar closed her eyes, rested her head on my shoulder, and slept like a log, literally. Incredible, but true. Juan Antonio and Maise watching us, looking to be saying "what the hell do Pilar sleeping with a movie so wonderful?". The truth is that Pilar was not ever know if the movie was good or not, it just did not wake up until the end. Not heard anything, good woman. An entry, which fortunately at that time were not as expensive as today, literally thrown away.
That afternoon I learned two things about the hobby of Pilar cinema: first, that ever was to take under any circumstances, the session of the meeting four or ten, and the second, which could fall pikes peak, open land or down a storm lava rocks, if Pilar had good sleep, sleep, caught him where he was caught. We went to the movies much, much, rather, because we were both big fans, and we knew instill that love of Sergio (although the first time that the movies were the three was a disaster, as I tell you in due course) but always at seven, or as much, at eight o'clock. Above or below this time, Pilar became a sort of Icarus falling asleep, no matter how uncomfortable it was the chair.
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