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The memory box: Diego and drug trafficking

Thank you to everyone who wrote me about my previous post on the blog and box so tender and encouraging words, I became very good for the soul, really, thank you!
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long ago I was thinking I wanted to tell this, perhaps here began my habit of thinking that all men are equal, or are one worse than the other, or simply get involved with people they are just all that I'm not looking.

He came into my class when we were in third grade. Just nine years old was that kid I totally fell in love, that made me write "D and P" on any white space on my notebook, door frame, the first and last cover of the book of language ... He had problems, he was fucking health, which made the teacher call the ambulance Cardiosur once a week.

The time I almost called an ambulance for me was when I learned that my best friend at the time, Wendy, got "Bride" with Dieguito. Were close together for the fifth, when she moved to another primary school and not see her again until just last year. While I pluck daisy petals staring like a parrot repeating "I do not want, I want, I want," began to erase all traces of my writings "D & P" by the whole school. But I knew deep down, I sensed that he looked different. That was not looking in the same way that she, he always looking for ways to sit with me when she was missing, and when not too. Asking me borrow a pen or pencil sharpener, but he had two in his holster full.

already in seventh grade, only 12 years, felt he had suffered a lack of love eternal, and still bleeding inside, when suddenly, at the time of Miss Adelaide, I sent a little note saying, "I love you." I did not know whether to laugh or mourn, if you look or what, just write stronger and carved surface My bank with the letters D and P "to leave the table completely unusable. Cartitas go, little letters coming, and with a little help from my friend Michelle, I had become the new bride of Dieguito, the guy why they all died.

Basically, I knew he was not walking in good things, but the immense love and that love was innocent that made me completely forget who was a drug addict, and which, moreover, secretly went with the redhead "Manzanita", nickname we put him because he was always horribly dressed in apple green.

But one day, one of the last few hours, I saw him as a disturbed, upset, angry and scared at the same time. As was fought with him to learn of their clandestine affair Manzanita, I learned from Michelle, that his brother had been thrown in jail for problems with a drug dealer. I at that age I became one of the school and I felt about 2 guys I was being followed, automatically went into a supermarket and went between the gondolas to lose sight, and so return home safe and sound and they do not know where he lived . These same rates were exactly the same as I followed a couple of days later.

Diego, explained that they sought him and another brother and we were seen together many times, and I wanted to get information or go to one know why. I did not know anything about him, nor will I talked until I changed my school. And I saw him a few years ago, disastrously misaligned arruinadísimo acting the same way I did, pretending we did not know.

With 12 years old, I knew even a little, my first love feel I'd done what was metieran you the horns, giving and receiving nothing in return, and three the fuck cares that your life is at risk because of him. ;