Father and son on a visit to Mendoza makes ... Well, many years. In a stop on the road to tour the Christ Redeemer, the father who did not speak English, he asks his son which we translate. After the introductions and explain that they were Belgian, the son went to walk and explore a little mountain.
And that's when it happened.
I knew nothing of French at that time. Belgian man spoke no English and to make matters worse my English accent did not evoke any sense even though I tried speak very slowly. We were standing in front of the group of hiking, sketching awkward smiles. Perplexed and silent. The words made no sense. The man approached the group and began to draw on the surface covered with dust and splattered with mud. The picture was clear to me. Attentive and followed him with anxious eyes. Ably delineated on the map of Argentina and the outline of the province of Buenos Aires. He looked at me and stating that it was my turn, I said:
- Où?
On your drawing, I set the city of Buenos Aires with a circle, and slightly to the west, with another, my people. Answered
-General Rodríguez.
laugh together at last. I remember our hands dirty, their faces full of gratitude for the barrier drawn and communication established.
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