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Montevideo was noon and was beautiful as always: the little sun on Sunday mingled with the breeze from the river. We read the newspaper and Leo said that the Chinese played that afternoon Recoba in Danube, visiting Bella Vista. A Ceci and me the story did not seem much, but we let ourselves be surprised: it was like one of those days when you do not expect anything more than precisely that something surprising.

The appointment was in the neighborhood of El Prado, one of the ones we like. "Well, come on," we said. And we decided to take a nap in the Rose Garden, while Leo was going to rest in the bed of a hotel.

The group was expected, but worth it. It's weird, but sometimes I think that Montevideo always looks a nice story, with a warm story to treasure after each trip.

On Sundays, it seems, people there disappears. We wonder where will those four million people and how it was that there was no one to answer us which path we should take. Then came Luis.

Luis came in the same group and went with us. I asked the court to Bella Vista, told us and told us he was going for there. "Then we follow", I invited him. And we were.

told us in the way it was in the neighborhood, but not lived there since her marriage: his wife chose another site. Then we gave data on the local church. "I should have married here, the truth, because it is beautiful. But my wife wanted in another ...", he lamented. Ceci and I looked: after we agreed that it was clear that Louis was a pollerudo.

However, we fell barbarian. Diverted its course to get a mini tour of El Prado, told us stories and told us proudly that his son was the National but at 10 years had been a fan of Bella Vista. That was with the team everywhere, coming early to the stadium to hang banners. Ceci and I looked: after we agreed that it was clear that Louis was the son of hooligan.

Luis showed us a good place to nap near the stadium, and asked us to go to the local forum, which was quiet and familiar.

Obviously, we were there. A stadium, Joseph Nasazzi, with capacity for eight thousand people, is the place to play Bella Vista, a team that came second in the previous tournament and now wants to do well in this, the opening, to qualify for a Cup .

was touching. Next to us we were young mothers with their children: in the middle gallery was baby strollers. And consequently, kids playing cerquita wiring. There were many drinking mate. There were men who sold chocolates and people who used the intermission to buy cake fried in the buffet. There were screams like "Vamo 'Bella Vista noma!".

On the court, Bella Vista played a great match. And, frankly, Recoba (which was played at the Giuseppe Meazza to run a lawn disastrous) did not touch. Several shouted a failure so hurtful that it hurt. It was predictable, equal, because the same newspaper that announced the party commented that the day before left-hander was the animator on the night of carnival.

The experience helped me to close an idea I had in mind for some time: that football matches should only last a while.

There, in Montevideo, Ceci, Leo and I celebrated the victory of Bella Vista. And celebrate the fact of leaving the field with the other swollen, without anything to happen. Without being charged. No police nearby.

Here, in Buenos Aires, I find that Bella Vista team will say the pope, for the shirt half white and half yellow, the colors of the Vatican. Search and find on YouTube a song dedicated to the club, Today I dream, Martin Vargas . And watch the Uruguayan newspapers online: Bella Vista lost on Sunday with National in Centennial, by 1 to 0.

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We laughed so much that mom could not raise the floor, and shot her there, too loudly, back on the sand, the waves breaking near the water's wet.

Paula

My grandmother told me: "If you stop and look at the sea, but fixed his eyes on your feet as the water covers them and then leaves, you get dizzy. It's like you're in the world, but you lose your balance. And you fall, like me. "

was in Mar del Plata and it happened while my grandmother, 84, was last seen the waves. At that time I was not aware of anything, and I appreciate it.

Abue, Mommy and me: three generations and the last holiday of it. Mom and I knew: the grandparents would not be able to travel more.

My grandmother is my memories of Paula happiness: the day in his newspaper kiosk, the defenses against my parents, their meals, the nights I slept with her, that brought us breakfast in bed, her whole house. The chicken, dogs, Huertita, the barn. To hear her say "Black" or "Black", the tenderness of the lyrics of a woman who had been able to go just through third grade. His fall: the other and the sea, when he lost his balance.

Paula My grandmother was ten years ago. In these cases, I think, I think, the pain of loss is a selfish act: she wanted no more, but I wanted more of it.

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memory remains intact and I only generates joy, nostalgia and smiles.

Paula

My grandmother was the person who most influenced me in life: her next I knew I needed to be well very soon. That should not wear the best clothes to be, or feel, or be-cute, the best food that does not have to be well presented, that we should not live in a beautiful house in a perfect neighborhood: the heat I built a home.

The bus drivers, the florist, the type of bar, the quinieleros, the collector, the gardener, the rate of the carousel, the doctor, the train ticket, the newspaper distributor and all those who treated her referred to her as "Dona Paula".

The grandfather gave me that sacrifice is a culture of life. Attended the post every day of the year from 4 am to his 74. And left him because she was forced.

I thank him: it was more time for myself. During this period I learned to make dumplings, I was asked to evaluate my mother, I repeated that study, he explained that all men want the same thing and I got a job. I spoke with love for my brother, his favorite grandson. And they dropped me, too, once we played and we ended up dancing the waltz on the floor, laughing, lying next to his refrigerator Siam.

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I have to say that for me the friendship is as necessary as water. And I'm not exaggerating: I take this water every day.

Friendship is a large space that includes links, companies, fun, joy. It is, in my case, a bond so strong that it can not go too long without speaking to any of them to share our stuff.

And if it's because I admire: I want to be a bit of each of them, too.
Because I have the maternal instinct and ease of Vero, kindness and the folly of Ceci generosity and friendship of Leo, sensitivity and humanity of Pablito Ucha, poise and intelligence of Mariano, tolerance and humor Romi, calm and beauty of Flori, loyalty and character of Pao, the anxiety and joy of Ile, the femininity of Paulita, security Nati.

Eye, I think this is the universal formula. But, yes, I do not understand who has no friends: it's like being an only child and have plenty of toys, but has not anyone to use.

The children of my friends are an extension of them, my heart belongs. I want to explain how beautiful it is to look at, play with them is to look at these kids or girls features parent. That is, my friends.

know that they will be parents moved me greatly. Is to see how they grow, how they build their families, how come alive. Juli's

is Mica, is Manu: and there are those who will come. And I'm waiting