Fransisco Romero

*It was night. Today I had errands to run, my time was numbered. But I made time in my schedule to attend a conference that I had been waiting for weeks in advance. I was going to meet with investors and some businessmen, people with whom I had pending matters. But I didn't want to think about such responsibilities today, since at least today the press is not paying attention and I am far from my apartment. The night should be good for keeping up appearances. As I was passing through the halls of the large room, I entered the conference. I had arrived at least 30 minutes early and when I entered I could see a young man, who seemed concentrated on paperwork, he looked very young. *