s. 1975 Santiago de Chile
I remember you wearing those silver shoes, the low pointy heel ones.
You looked damn good. Somebody else must remember too. I’m pretty sure.
It’s been great meeting you. Hope we see each other again sometime.
Everything I do ends up having a certain meaning. I realize how my experience and cultural background are closely linked to my ability of understanding. I see how this can lead to misunderstandings between us.
