A PARADISE FOR DOGS, BY ORLANDO VICENTE, CUBA
I only remember my arrival in Guantánamo between tears and kisses.
One night later, being in the corridor swinging in shorts due to the inclement heat, my son approached. He was already a handsome 20-year-old man because of his exercises and tall because of the genes that the branch of the maternal family left him.
He kissed me on the cheeks and asked me what Uruguayan women were like. I told him vague things so that he wouldn't get excited.
_Papa, do you remember our dog Serafín, that poodle that we loved so much?
_ Of course I remember, son.
_ And what did they tell me that he had gone to dog heaven?
_ You were a cute boy. You couldn't be told the truth until you discovered it for yourself.
-Do you know something?
-What tell me, my son?
_ Heaven would be very boring without our dogs.
ORLANDO VICENTE
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