To the Forum

It is a bar, it is a place, it is a state of mind where I meet my dad.

First, I’d like to apologize for my neglect on this Substack. Life has been too hectic, the life of the flesh and the analog. The life where I must act and perform, the life of praxis. The Mission I described on my last post was accomplished. We provided lodging and getaway drivers to 238 souls that were my responsibility.

Few days after that mission was over, I had another, perhaps bigger if that was even possible. And I was able to witness the greatest Triumph since the 1990 World Cup when Maradona wept. I watched Messi play at my feet. I watched the sky over the Monumental Stadium come alive once more.

The last time I had seen it, my father was still with me, we were there together, River Plate was Triple Champion and we were happy. It felt as if we were back together again.

And in that strange oneiric realm of memory and nostalgia, I returned to the place where it all began. The cafe at the corner of his office, Viamonte & Uruguay, Cafe Forum. When I need to connect with his power, I visit his places. And once more I recalled a poem I wrote about it, in February 2009. And now I share it with you :)