Fernando Alexis Jimenez the day that Juan Carlos told me that he was going to buy the car, had eyes large and bright, with the same fervor platonically which perhaps had Alfredo Nobel when he discovered dynamite it, in 1867. Your hands could not stay quiet and sailed over the desktop, with concern a child who plays naughty in a park after all afternoon doing work in House’s own. First ask God to show you what is your will in this respect, I told him. He looked disappointed, as if you were sharing bad news.
But it is a beautiful car, good blade, engine that roars as African lion and a dreamy cushions, argued pesaroso. Minutes later he fired and I saw him leave the Office with a boredom that was reflected in the slow steps. Certain day, Church Road, was in a main Avenue by pushing the pileup. He sweated. Finally, and when I was a few meters, appreciated his frustration by the force with which dealt a blow to the trunk of the car and later as a child that turned off the TV, began giving kicked one of the tires. Problems, Juan Carlos?-asked although I admit that it made no sense interrogate him, before the obvious situation. Yes, this blessed truck which pulled out hand.
Let me halfway – consulted the clock and continued: what is serious is that in five minutes should be chairing the praise in the cult. God, why I happen to me?-the next time I found, opposite the Plaza de Caycedo, in full Center of Cali, he was putting a notice classed in a newspaper of Santiago de Cali, trying to sell the vehicle, for much less money that had bought it. I am praying to God that buyer is, low. Why is us so bad? A few days ago a woman who closed a business selling pies near the Church, complained of his luck and asked me: why are going so bad?.