Alejandro
I am still angry. I’ve been angry since I was a little boy and I don’t know how not to be angry - at the world, at fate, at everyone who took everything away from me. And here I am now, sitting in a car with a woman who can’t imagine even a portion of what I’ve been through, of the horrors I’ve seen and for some reasons, I don’t know what, I am not angry anymore. Not at her at least. Of course, we are one entitled comment coming out of her mouth away from another fight, but at this moment, seeing how unsure she is, how appalled she is by everything I just told her, for the first time in my life I wish I was someone else. Someone less angry with less baggage, someone who knows how to enjoy the friendly banter I saw earlier between her and her new friends, someone who knew how to
