The legends tell that walks around a traveler puto with a torn smile. One of those that form when a dream is realized. This accompanied him to that not-so-confusing train station in Agra. Still amazed at the Taj Mahal, he was looking for the place of his carriage. To his astonishment, this station had this information in electronic scoreboards. Followed closely the countdown. "S7, S6, S5, S4, S3, S2 ..." and the station ended before the number of carriage.
"I'm in India" he thought as he calculated the distance between scoreboards to discover the place where the S1 - his coach - would be found. By now two people had "targeted". He, a quiet Che Guevara, she a shining star. "It must be Argentine or Chilean" thought the Che Guevara and decided to address this puto with his Castilian.
"Estas na coche S1?" asks Che.
"Si, mi coche is S1" By this time the traveler puto has a certain difficulty in maintaining a conversation that does not have a word in English
"Nosostros tanbien, donde es?" A traditional unblocker of conversations among travelers.
"Portugal" replied the puto, to receive a resounding "Ahhhh ... Portugal! "That left him surprised
"We live in Portugal" and now it was time for the puto to say a loud "Ahhh ... Portugal. " Immediately was establish a connection that only latin people can. The party was mounted and the laughter could be heard between the words and gestured emotions.
They present themselves. He was called Lider* and was born in Ecuador. His wife was Sol** and was born in Chile. After a life of travel they had stopped in Portugal to raise family. And now, with family raised, they picked up the pleasure of travel.
The leaves, and after doing what all guides do not recommend: leave luggage unattended at your bank, they resume the conversation dropped. The word saudade made sense once more, as they remembered the Portuguese food. And among the stories of experiences of Portugal and India, the time passed.
The puto lets himself be charmed by the calm of the Lider and life in the Sol. But most of all feels a almost forgotten kinship. One of smiles and touches, expressions and emotions between words. They were home again, and the puto drinka the life stories of these two great travelers. He's transported to Latin America and is sure that that part of his journey will touch him deeply.
But the chorus of snores was singing loudly. It was time to say goodbye. When he arrives at his bert he discovered his bag intact and a snore for company. Nothing that withdraws smile while he fells asleep...
*Lider means leader in Spanish
**Sol means sun in Spanish
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