I lay like a zombie for two weeks in bed, depressed, tired of cracking women's complicated operating systems. I was already lacking in energy in planning the fall of the walls and the barricades they knew how to build around them to protect themselves from unwanted intrusions. Then Monica called. The sound of a rattle reminiscent of a saw cut in a carpentry shop immediately revealed its origin. "Argentina?"
"C Snrrrrrr". The extroverted joy of life, reserved for South Americans, caught up with me and made me smile and tell about myself naturally.
"What are you saying?" She interrupted me with joy: "Amigo!
Spouse! Bingo! I was so happy. It's everyone's dream. We've already arranged to meet the next day. Good luck. "