"Can I make a video of you?" she says, smiling suddenly.
I am surprised by this request.
"What"s wrong with that?" she insists.
Lidia remains unperturbed. She doesn’t participate in her enthusiasm.
"I"d rather not," I answer.
"Come on, don"t be a wet blanket. It would be nice to have you in my archive."
"Is it a gallery of weird characters?"
"It’s the people I know. Do you think it"s something unseemly for someone like you, a journalist?"
I twist my mouth in a smirk of denial.
She picks up the phone and points it at me.
"Lights, camera, action, we’re filming."
I don"t move a hair. I don’t say anything. I let the lens linger on my face, and dig into it. I shamelessly show the the furrows that cross it.
