From "Il Sorriso Della Meretrice" in Academia The aperitivo with Astrid had become a metaphysical moment. It was something that transcended our intents beyond our will. Every Wednesday I waited for her at the Café Strozzi. She was there around 6:30pm, arriving from work. Each time we decided on a different bar. -‐ Change is good -‐ I repeated every time almost monotonously Astrid was a photographer. She was from Mexico City. I did not know much about her to be honest. But each time I discovered a bit of her remote world. She was divorced. A normal married life until the moment she found out that her husband was gay and had a hermaphrodite lover. She said that Mexico has the highest percentage of hermaphrodites in the world. She was shocked at that moment. She became depressed and gained twenty-‐six pounds. -‐ Sometimes I happen to come across the photos from back then ... you know ... I looked like I had aged...like a woman of forty when I was only twenty-‐five... -‐ ...
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