Bukowski and the picture
Bukowski prepared to wait patiently in his office for the arrival of Daniel Olavarría. He was trying to calm his breathing and, above all, his heart rate, which had shot up, and that was not good for his already ailing heart. The whisky he was enjoying had not been prescribed by the doctor either, but at that moment, it was the best medicine he had available to him.
As he sat there, alone, exhausted, dejected, Tomas waited by the door in case anything should happen to his master or he might need some refreshment. The rest of the staff were upset about what had happened, but Tomas had given instructions not to disturb him. They should all keep well away.
At that moment, Aaron was recalling memories that he had tucked away in a corner, in the depths of his soul, t
