Day one
6 a.m I open my eyes … although I didn’t sleep much, I don’t feel tired nor do I want to keep sleeping, it’s time to start. I’m in my bed, in my house in Concepcion de Tres Rios … it’s no longer a room in a rented apartment around the U … I call my dog … everything is different … nothing matters it’s day one.
I look for the same clothes I wore 6 years ago … a little more wear and they’ll be transparent, a couple of household chores and it’s time to go out.
Although it’s March, the sky looks like October, as I leave my house it’s raining and the cold makes me shiver, I doubt anyone else will get up like this, but me … I’m starting so here I go.
My feet on the sidewalk of the U, in front of the kiosk that is closed … the semester hasn’t started yet, in front of me the bakery of the “colombian soup-nazis” is open and remembering the lack of air and dizziness from physical exertion, I decide to have breakfast. It’s the first day but still, I don’t want to be weak … a yogurt and for old times sake a “rocs de nuez” or however it’s spelled: P
And now with no more time to think, nor anything else to do towards the Saprissa building, a familiar face and many new ones very excited to be there, wondering what it will be like? What will happen?
And I try to forget everything and ask myself the same things … they open the door … a scream inside me to get in … nothing has happened there … as if I had never entered.
Finally in front of the mirror, coincidentally in the same corner where many years ago I sat wondering genuinely what it would be like? Will I make it? , I try not to see the drops of sweat that have fallen on that floor on other occasions. My image a little older, gray-haired, tired but it’s never too late to start …
The class begins … and then my body betrays me … it remembers everything … and everything hurts us …