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sky differed, somehow, from the
color of the sky that had sheltered
her until now. Also, she learned
about the texture of Oscar’s moth-
er’s hair and she heard from that
man’s lips folk music of a distant
country.
Little by little, Ethel was forgetting
the name of the doctor that some
time ago filled her days, and one
night, defying the laws of physics,
in that small room where Oscar
said there was not space for him
and his dreams, he, and she, and
their dreams managed to fit.
Oscar felt his heart was about to
explode when the train returned
him to the platform from which he
had departed years ago.
But he did not come back home
alone. He had come with his wife,
the woman who one day he met
while feeding some pigeons. Ethel
felt observed by the people of that
town, and she suddenly realized
that an unusual face can be a stig-
ma. She knew first-hand that even
if she lived there for a long time,
she would never belong to that
place, and people would never
consider her one of their own.
Ten years had passed since Oscar
departed to look for another
horizon, and now he was back in
the place that had once been his,
and that now was not so much.
He had begun to bear the heavy
cross of those who emigrate: he
had become a stranger in his own
land, and began to be, forever
and no matter where he was, an
eternal immigrant.
THE END
The hands of the man closed the
book, and the rattle of the train
gently rocked him with a rhythmic
tapping song.
A few hours ago, he had left the
train station, his mother, friends,
and the memory of girlfriend that
never was.
Why read stories of emigrants?
Soon, surely, he would be able to
write his own story.
He was in search of another sky.
Without realizing it, he pulled his
cap a little more over his head.
He did not want his memories to
escape.
THE END.