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Trust and Affection
Tight Clothing and Low-Cut Blouses
It was a widespread street, one of the longest in the city. My steps guided me there, since I got off the bus.
In a stretch of three blocks and on one side of a sidewalk, there were girls walking unhurriedly; those who sold their body for cash. They all wore tight clothing and low-cut blouses. From the opposite street, where I was standing, and without putting much thought I crossed the low traffic street and ejected the first words;
Hi! I uttered joyfully.
¨Could you take care of my stuff, I said openly.
She stared at me with a twinkle of joy in her face and inquired with a smile on her face;
¨You want me to safeguard your belongings? ¨
Yes! ¨ I just got into town and I don´t have a place where to store my things, ¨ I said honestly.
¨It´s only while I find a job, ¨ I added.
Gesture of Trust
There was not a gesture of distrust on her face and by her expressions she even gave me the impression that she liked the idea that a stranger had approached her with such confidence as if both were long-time acquaintances.
¨Leave them to me, I will take care of them till you get back, you may find me in this hotel. My name is Alicia¨ she said candidly.
I gave her my belongings on her hand and then turned around and walked away. The subject of my belongings did no longer occupied my mind, but instead, the idea of finding a job. Fortunately for me, at the end of that day, I had already found a job as a house painter.
Looking for a Job
It was dark when I returned by the slow moving street. I headed directly to two of the girls, whom were familiar faces from that earlier day;
¨Where can I find Alice? ¨
¨You are the child, who arrived this morning to the city, right? ¨ asserted one of them joyfully.
¨Yes, I answered naturally.
You may find Alicia at the hotel, she lives in room number 4, but first go to the reception,¨ indicated the taller one.
A Room for Rest
How Often Do You Put Your Trust in Strangers?
The hotel was two blocks from there, so I arrived to the reception in less than five minutes.
I'm looking for Alice, she lives in room number 4 ¨ I said timidly.
¨Oh, yes! ¨ Alicia told me about you; you may find her at her room, she is there now, ¨ she indicated.
I just walked a few steps to get in front of her room.
Someone rushed to open the door.
¨Oh, it´s you! ¨ come on in, ¨ she invited me.
¨Here are your things; they´re safe on this shelf, ¨ she assured me.
¨Did you find work? ¨ She inquired.
¨Yes, I started today, I replied.
She stared at me insistently, as if wanting to delve into the mind of a child.
¨I only want to grab my jacket and a pair of socks, ¨ I communicated her.
She stared at me, scrutinizing me superficially.
¨Could I leave here my belongings while I find a place to spend the night, I inquired discreetly.
¨Yeah, right! They are safe here, she assured me.
Small Tidy Room
Paying One Week in Advance
¨I´ll come tomorrow,¨I said, walking away.
I had seen a sign, announcing rooms for rent that morning. I headed to that place and after paying the rent for a week in advance, I went to my room with the key on my hand.
It was a small tidy room but had the most important for that night, a bed to sleep. The bathroom was outside, but that was no big deal. After taking a bath, I laid in bed, falling in a profound sleep.
Portrait of a Prostitute
In a Tone of Entreaty
Although the job as a painter was not my business and to be truthful at the age of 12 years old, I had not learned anything; however, with a little ingenuity I had been able to perform in some jobs which required apprentices. That was my trade, an apprentice of many things.
That evening and on my way to the hotel, I came across with the girls. I heard someone calling me.
¨Boy! ¨ she called with a sweet voice.
¨Come here! ¨ she said again.
I´m coming to take my stuff, I have found a job, ¨ I said naturally.
¨You want it right now? ¨ She inquired.
¨Yes!¨ I replied.
She started walking towards the hotel and me by her side. In two minutes, we reached her room.
Are you sure you want to take your things? ¨ she said in a tone of entreaty
Songs That Tell About Them
¨I can continue taking care of your belongings, moreover, you have noticed that your things are safe here, she said pleadingly.
It made me a little sad to have to take my stuff, but I still did not understand anything about filial affection and stuff.
She took my backpack and gave it to me on my hands. She walked me to the door and demanded;
¨Are you going to continue going by the street? ¨
¨Yes, it is on my way to my room, ¨ I answered
During the 15 or more days that I spent in the city, there was not a single day in which I did not walk through the street and see the girls with tight clothing and low-cut blouses, wandering from side to side of the street.
At this young age, my hobbies included going to the movies and playing slot machines. The moments I spent on the street were the only ones in which my mind vaguely focused on them. I had not yet heard songs that told about them.
Leaving the City
One day and with my suitcase on my hand, I headed to the bus station. At the time I went through the street girls, I felt many stares on me. One of the girls asked.
¨Are you leaving? ¨ Cheerfully.
¨Yes, ¨ I answered cordially.
I searched with my sight for Alice, but I did not see her. I kept walking and from behind I heard.
Before boarding the city bus that would take me to the bus station, from afar, I saw Alice sitting on a bench, waving one of her hands. I peered at her without understanding what she wanted. With one hand I said goodbye. She placed both hands on her face, as if crying desperately. I boarded the bus and this scene did not reappear in my mind, until after many years.