An encounter
March 26, 1983: Out of all the places I could have imagined, it happened where I at least expected it. My Tia and I were waiting for the Colectivo (the number 60) to take us back to San Vicente after the Embassy, when I saw him. Luis appeared in front of me as if by magic. He was driving his little beat up Volkswagen and I could only stare at him. Had no idea what to do. The afternoon was sunny and very warm and if I hadn´t grabbed my aunt´s arm for support, I would have fainted. He nodded curtly in her direction and then the light changed and he was gone.
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