Part IV

part. IV After my sucess with metallic dresses a partner from establish a fashion boutique arrived he was a former cónsul in Spain (Bilbao Town) this was not alone, a divorced woman about 35 or 40 years old CAME with him. She was very amusing (at the beginning) and I’m start a sexual relationship with she, we go to Punta del Este and there we rent a house where we live ,make the metallic dresses and sold them . Few days after Christmas presenting a fashion parade on the beach house of an argentinian new rich. And that was all, but all the rest of the summer I'm stay with my oldest lover tired to hear her history. How she stolen money to her husband...she was lying...really she can't stop to lying a moment, the problem came when others fashion designers consigners for her own dresses, asked from his money. My old lover was expend all like the money from her husband...... laughing. That award me a Boxing certain creditor seance. The most boring was be separated from my last summer friends, that must be an idea of my mother to make me became in an strong Macho...She was not only a very bad mother also the most stupid, the oldest after the first moments of new situation start became from make disgusting she was not very clean and 15 or 20 years old elder to me. The summer finish we must came back to Buenos Aires, my only concern was how we can established other fashion shop, quickly I go to look a good place to open that and I find an old supermarket(retail beans, rice.etc) We rent the store I start to make the interior decoration , putting on the light the brick walls and conserving the seventy years old oak vitreous cabinets. That was the first fashion shop on the Recoleta neighborhood...Just to this moment was a place of funeral services...Flowers Crowns...Marble Tombstones...the Cementery his placed front this street. Now is the center of the touristic way of chic Buenos Aires. We make a big fashion parade with profesional and mediatic models, big names at the time... Maria Larreta...Blanca Alvares de Toledo...the wife of Gato Dumas..that was a hit, big good critics on the press " The young promise of the Argentinan Fashion". That was enough to make me finish with the shop and the fashion world and put me on Squirru country house one year more muttering my frustration without understand why I must abandoned a good way to earn my life. One year more on the dark, but I was young and completely convinced a future of good money and social respect wait for me. The idea to go work in europe grown in my brain day to day. Next summer, I was invited to work and live on a restaurant at "Pinamar" the owner left wing theoric, very friendly to the drinks and women. The place was on the beach an wood modern architecture named “The Sand Bird” very nice by Cedron now a mitic name on the argentinian art. My work cooking, but how the last year was "Big Fashion Designer" now I asume be "Big Chef" really my friend the owner was a holy man he allow me make all my fantasies, but taht was not the most interesting "Leit Motive" this are young married hot women, who their husbands let them alone to came back to Buenos Aires to work after the family week end. Quickly I find a love, a beautifull young mother of two small child, we fall in love. This idilic time during to the end of the summer, but son from his father, let pregnant the married woman and she without consult decide aborting. This was a rude shock, I think I never recomposed me from this new frustation, one time more had not option to be father from something, this time a son. The idea to go to Europe to work came be obsesive and go to speak to the elder brother from my stepmother he gave an one way ticket to Madrid and fifty dollars. One 30 of May arrived to Barajas where a mate from "The Sand Bird" Tata was waiting for me, first question _"How money bring with you" _ 45 dollars answered. _I was take a wiskey on the plane He take his head with hands and shouting _¿Are you crazy? Ask my turn... ¿How money have in your pocket? _Nothing.. Result only one solution...go to work.. _¿Where?...Barcelona... Proposed Tata ¿Why? answered _It is an industrial town _Why not... Marbella... somebody was tell me.... it is on the way of life like Punta del Este ... And we take the train to Malaga and the Portillo to Marbella all that happens on 1970... We arriving with a rest of hundred pesetas only enough to drink two "Finos" and eat an cigalas "Tapa". After the andalusian nectar without one cent on the pockets we start to walk on old town, there we see a beautifull woman dressing the london fashion, I tell to Tata. _ We follow this girl. She go up for high side of the town..and when we arrived to Plaza del Santo Cristo...she enter to an spanish house-palace. How I'm shy I'm tell him go you first. after few minutes he came back an tell me. - Come inside everybody is inside. That was the Hotel "La Fonda" This same night we have house where sleep, job and friends. In my enormous ignoring of the reality I atributed to the Good Luck this