(These stories are based in part on the author's own fantasies, BUT IN A VERY LARGE PART THEY CORRESPOND TO COMPLETELY REAL EVENTS LIVED BY HIM, which seem to be taken from his imagination but actually occurred. Long live life that surprises and enriches you with this kind of thing. What is reality and what is fantasy I leave to the reader's choice. You can ask me specific questions, I won't lie, but I won't necessarily answer either. It depends on the question. I hope you like it.)

I was on the Metro on my way home when I realized I didn't have my keys. I left them in the bathroom before taking a shower, damn it!!

Is Don Antonio still there?

(Now you solve it by dialing the mobile phone, but in '85, they didn't exist yet)

Ugh, it's a pain to go back 17 Metro stops, but I head there.

When I arrive, a lady is leaving the building, so I access and take the elevator to the 7th floor, where we were. That was the only floor on the plant, it was the penthouse.

I get out of the elevator, go to ring the doorbell, and see the door ajar.

Inside, I hear people talking. One is Don Antonio, but I don't know who the other gentleman is, he must be the owner of the apartment, his friend.

I got a bit angry because Don Antonio told us that his friend would be out of Madrid and wouldn't be back until Monday.

I'm not a fan of spying, but since I was curious, I stayed and listened...

X: How's the young boy doing? Tell him I'll see him tomorrow afternoon and take him to the Zoo for a while. And your daughter could come too.

(Well, for now, it seems he must be the godfather, an uncle, or something like that of the children, because not just anyone does that)

DA: As soon as I get home, I'll tell him.

X: Uhh, I've known you for over 30 years, and few times have I seen you so depressed. What's wrong with you?

DA: I don't know, maybe what happened this afternoon has me upset.

(I didn't understand anything. This afternoon, he was with us. Ah, no, he's probably referring to something that happened during the two hours he was outside the house. I'm going to listen carefully because it's hard to hear, to see what they're saying.)

X: Besides, I see you're jealous of that boy, who really doesn't have any fault.

DA: Yes, I know he doesn't have any fault, poor thing, but deep down, it's that I got angry at how he interfered at the exact moment.

(What boy, ME??? Is he still referring to something that happened after he left the apartment? I swear I didn't understand anything)

X: Hahahahah, And what a slut you are, really, and what a troublemaker. I mean, you were going to declare yourself to Juanito, and in the end, the one who got involved...

**JOHN, THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT... US!!!**

From the shock, I must have hit the door, and it sounded with a clang. To disguise it, I kept knocking on the door...