happened a year ago. I still remember it well, too well.
It was my secretary, it was Friday and went to a meeting near the Hilton Hotel in Puerto Madero. I went in and asked for the Business Center. I made a copy. I went to the fifth and while waiting to make me a photocopy and Scanning, people started walking really special for this floor. All warmly greeted to the person I was seeing who was behind the counter. I listened to the greetings that came from my back, " Hello friend," How's your day? ". . Short sentences were spoken with American tune (I know well and to make out) along with an affection that sounded like music between syllables. I turned with curiosity because the person who took care of me smiling in a particular way to greet them with his hand raised. I looked in detail. They came in wheelchairs, some without arms, hands all, some walked with a shorter leg, others were tiny stage, most were "otherwise" (because it is not for the "deformed"). Hotel employee looked at my face and I wonder then said: " is a hands-free convention painters." I nodded slowly. I got nervous. I did not know whether to greet or meet the smile with which I looked. I got the file scan my pen drive and walked quickly toward the elevator with his head confused. I got to the hallway, opened the door and went up with me three people: a very pretty girl with a poncho that covered a very young boy with a roll holder and a large mulatto then showed me his white teeth when I held the well kept door to enter. The elevator went down instead. I became more nervous. What was happening if I had pressed the "ground floor"? They laughed heartily and the blond girl looked down on the floor of the elevator transparent and shouted with joy when he recognized a friend. Moved in all directions and shouted to his mulatto friend, "is Ricardo! Is Ricardo!". He pulled over and bit her shoulder. I do not understand. What she was trying was to greet his friend, Ricardo beckoning to looking down the elevator from whom there was no distinction. My travel companion, this pretty little blonde with her poncho on your back, I could not say hello. I had no arms under the blanket. The mulatto was his "seeing-eye", his companion, a "normal" the care and support. And if I had to move her hands, she did it gladly. He did, always showing his white teeth. He enjoyed his work. Ricardo, down, almost hypnotized staring, reacted and raised his hand in the expected. That was happy with both. The boy who was to my right and who is my partner in this elevator (still getting high ...) was something strange, like something was missing, but I did not want or could not understand. Until my view (or my head) Discip: the paper holder had it hooked on something like a finger that left shoulder. Only one finger ... They talked among themselves with great sympathy, laughing the rise instead of fall. Inside I felt uncomfortable, not knowing where to look and to puteaba because the elevator seemed to Everest would go ... Suddenly stopped and started down. I thought "to end this quickly," . I looked down and making me the distracted side looking at the horizon ... or the south ... a lobby of a hotel that was approaching. Until we were coming. The elevator slows down and look up. The blond girl looked at me with round eyes and full, with an overwhelming sweetness, I smiled and said, "how nice ride share "!. Suffered as well. I did not know that answer ... I managed to look only and I swear I tried to reflect a "thank you ... I learned from you." I smiled embarrassed but grateful. Ricardo was waiting for them ...
went down and walked slowly. I needed air. I took to walking. Not far from my office. I tried in this way to understand what had happened. Scanned a document had a place to go and that had never been a point of meeting with people who gave me a life lesson. I was embarrassed, angry with the situation and complained about the wrong time and the elevator did not respond. They interpreted it differently: as a nice ride that I did not see ... I kept walking. It was silent, looking at what it looked. Were ten twenty blocks where I made a pact with same: do not want to miss more rides. My colleagues of the elevator had improved my diopter. Ophthalmologists were the best life now looked better.
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