In fact, Javier’s
impression was not so crazy. Last week we were talking about the last mobile
phone I was stolen in Blanquerna street at the beginning of October and he
said: “Either you are too absent minded or there’s someone following you
around”.
Today, I came
five minutes in advance to some student’s home. Thus, I was not surprised when
nobody answered the entry phone. I was about to rang again when someone
approached. It was a guy in his early twenties, about six feet tall, dark
bearded, with thick, well trimmed moustache and hair and big, black eyes. The
boy stand in front of the entry door in haste and tried to push it. I stand
back and I did not call the entry phone anymore.
-
Aren’t
you going to open? – he said
-
Sorry,
I haven’t got a key.
-
Don’t
you live here?
-
No, I
don’t – I replied.
-
I am
the neighboor of the first floor. I’ve been with that lady who lives on the
second. An old lady...
-
An
old lady..?
-
Yeah,
well... compared to me, she is old. She might be about thirty-six. He told me
to hurry up and tell you that we had to take the child to the hospital rather
urgently. She told me: go and tell LUISA... because your name is LUISA, isn’t
it? ... She told me: tell her to buy the medicine for the girl. She needs it
desperately.
As soon as he
told my name, the story began to have authenticity.
-
So...
she told me to ask you to go to the pharmacy and buy the medicine.
-
You
mean that she wanted me to go to the pharmacy...
-
Either
you or I... but I need the twenty euros to buy the medicine.
Coincidentally, I
didn’t carry any cash. This has always been the case, since I was a child... a result
of my ow personality, I suppose. The young man insisted:
- I have ten
euros. If you lent me ten, I would buy it.
- But I haven’t
any money – I answered.
He then suggested
to go to the bank and take out the money. More specifically, he mentioned the
financial institution I work with and urged me to go there. That was the moment
when I came to the conclussion that I didn’t like the young boy at all. I went
back home, riding my “two-wheeler”, which was tied to the bicycle parking space
on Blanquerna street.
The children’s
mother confirmed later that the story told by the young man was absolutely
false. Of course, I denounced the fact to the police station.
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