His name was
José Luis, he
was from
Zamora
, he lived in Madrid, two days before going to get vaccinated he got infected, he was
78 years old
, he was my father's friend since they were kids.
Once he saved me from being beaten by those from the next town and again he took a glass from my hand because he considered that I had already drunk too much.
It was my family.
Because in my town we are like a tribe
where everyone is and the older ones take care of the little ones even if they are not their own.
Or precisely because of it.
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