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-	:''text''	+	:Re: Monica, and Jorge Alfredo.
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		+	:Well, I went this afternoon to visit my aunt. I bought a beautiful plant and a card with a kitten. (I was unable to find the plant tail cat, jeje, fail).
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		+	:When I went into the door, I started to get nervous. There was called to warn that he was, so as not to give rise to tell me that I was not appear to happen there. And hoped that an unprepared pillarla outside liarla easier for me to go left. But while the figure rose in the lift no longer seemed to me a good idea. He hoped that would not take very badly.
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		+	:Once in front of the door I called the bell. Not heard anything ... Waited for a while. I did not know if he was not at home or if I would have heard. But I dared to call again so as not to disturb. I only missing irritarla more. I saw sudaban hands. I had to get into all costs and could not afford any failure! Then I heard the slow steps on the other side of the door. Contuve breath while listening locks descorrerse ... And the door entreabrió.
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		+	:My aunt looked at me with bad side of fleas, and before you give him time to tell me that I was there I began to speak. I told him that having felt harassed and that the only intention was to strengthen family ties. That in those days had been thinking a lot about what it is sad to lose the family, which is the most important thing ... And he had brought a party favour.
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		+	:He stayed silent for a while, and trying to assimilate the information. I looked gaze, then the pots, then to me again ... That moment I made eternal, and when it seemed that I was going to shut the door in the face told me: "passes". I could not believe it had worked! (Thanks for the idea Javier)
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		+	:I prepared a little snack and we chatting. Following your instructions, I took not the subject of the objects of my uncle grandfather nothing more start. Following the advice of Tenchizard, I told him he was doing a sort of genealogical research on my family, and he was looking for the details that make it unique to each of the families. And before asking for Alfredo, I told her that if she could tell interesting things about his life, which should be fascinating, and all that. And at what point! It was to speak, and I had one hour contándome batallitas (and nothing interesting to our investigation). When I was about to fall asleep, I tried to draw the subject tactfully. I told him that she knew how much I wanted to Alfredo good, and I wanted to see some of her things, meterlas also in genealogical research. Above all things about the history that the Man of the Maze that he liked counting.
		+	:<br>
		+	:So in the end agreed to teach at the office that used to use Alfredo and where were their things ... And my mother. Not you, you can get an idea. I was FULL of things. I spent half an hour searching folders, papers, old newspapers, books ... But did not find anything interesting. My aunt is beginning to worry, and I brought things that she thought would help me, but for our research we are not served anything like an old hat or a scarf. So after a while I said it was okay, it seemed somewhat disrespectful stir in this way among the personal belongings of Alfredo. He added that he was a bit exhausted and that it would be better for me outside. As he did not want importunarla too, agreed and I left.
		+	:<br>
		+	:And here I am now, back at home and giving it turns to this story. I SECURE that there must be something interesting. The problem is finding it. If only we knew what we have to find. Are you something happens? Any idea? We need!
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// Monica via forum post at FTLR.com (Mar 28/08)

Re: Monica, Alfredo y Jorge.

Bueno, pues al final he ido esta tarde a visitar a mi tía. Compré una planta bonita y una tarjeta con un gatito. (Al final no he podido encontrar la planta Cola de gato, jeje, una pena).

Cuando entré en el portal me empecé a poner nerviosa. No había llamado para avisar de que iba, para no darle pie a que me dijera que no se me ocurriera aparecer por allí. Y confiaba en que al pillarla desprevenida, fuera más sencillo liarla para que me dejara entrar. Pero mientras subía en el ascensor ya no me parecía tan buena idea. Esperaba que no se lo tomara muy mal.

Una vez frente a la puerta llamé al timbre. No se escuchaba nada... esperé un rato. No sabía si es que no estaba en casa o si no me habría oído. Pero no me atrevía a llamar otra vez para no molestar. Solo me faltaba irritarla más. Notaba que me sudaban las manos. ¡Tenía que conseguir entrar a toda costa y no podía permitirme ningún fallo! Entonces escuché los pasos lentos al otro lado de la puerta. Contuve el aliento mientras se escuchaban los cerrojos descorrerse... Y la puerta se entreabrió.

Mi tía me miraba con cara de malas pulgas, y antes de que le diera tiempo a decirme que me fuera de allí empecé a hablar. Le dije que sentía haberla molestado y que lo único que pretendía era reforzar los lazos familiares. Que en esos días había estado pensando mucho en lo triste que es perder a la familia, que es lo más importante... y que le había traído un regalito.

Se quedó un rato callada, como intentando asimilar la información. Me miraba fijamente, luego a las macetas, luego a mí de nuevo... Ese instante se me hizo eterno, y cuando parecía que me iba a cerrar la puerta en las narices me dijo: "pasa". ¡No me lo podía creer, había funcionado! (gracias por la idea Javier)

Me preparó algo de merienda y nos pusimos a charlar. Siguiendo vuestras indicaciones, no saqué el tema de los objetos de mi tío abuelo nada más empezar. Siguiendo los consejos de Tenchizard, le dije que estaba haciendo una especie de investigación genealógica de mi familia, y que estaba buscando los detalles que hacen único a cada uno de los familiares. Y antes de preguntar por Alfredo, le dije que si podía contarme ella cosas interesantes sobre su vida, que debía ser fascinante, y todo eso. ¡Y en qué momento! Se puso a hablar y me tuvo una hora contándome batallitas (y nada interesante para nuestra investigación). Cuando estaba a punto de dormirme, intenté sacar el tema con tacto. Le conté que ya sabía ella lo mucho que quería al bueno de Alfredo, y que me apetecía ver algunas de sus cosas, para meterlas también en la investigación genealógica. Sobre todo cosas sobre la historia aquella del Hombre del Laberinto que tanto le gustaba contar.

Así que al final accedió a enseñarme el despacho que solía usar Alfredo y donde estaban sus cosas... Y madre mía. No os podeis hacer una idea. Estaba LLENO de cosas. Me pasé media hora buscando entre carpetas, papeles, periódicos viejos, libros... pero no encontré nada interesante. Mi tía se comenzaba a inquietar, y me traía cosas que ella creía que me ayudarían, pero que para nuestra investigación no nos servía de nada, como un sombrero viejo, o un pañuelo. Así que al cabo de un rato me dijo que ya estaba bien, que le parecía un tanto irrespetuoso revolver de aquella manera entre las cosas personales de Alfredo. Añadió que estaba un poco agotada y que sería mejor que me fuera. Como no quería importunarla demasiado, accedí y me marché.

Y aquí estoy ahora, de vuelta en casa y dándole vueltas a esta historia. Estoy SEGURA de que tiene que haber algo interesante. El problema está en encontrarlo. Si tan sólo supiéramos lo que tenemos que buscar. ¿Se os ocurre algo? ¿Alguna idea? ¡Os necesito!

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(translation by google)

Re: Monica, and Jorge Alfredo.

Well, I went this afternoon to visit my aunt. I bought a beautiful plant and a card with a kitten. (I was unable to find the plant tail cat, jeje, fail).

When I went into the door, I started to get nervous. There was called to warn that he was, so as not to give rise to tell me that I was not appear to happen there. And hoped that an unprepared pillarla outside liarla easier for me to go left. But while the figure rose in the lift no longer seemed to me a good idea. He hoped that would not take very badly.

Once in front of the door I called the bell. Not heard anything ... Waited for a while. I did not know if he was not at home or if I would have heard. But I dared to call again so as not to disturb. I only missing irritarla more. I saw sudaban hands. I had to get into all costs and could not afford any failure! Then I heard the slow steps on the other side of the door. Contuve breath while listening locks descorrerse ... And the door entreabrió.

My aunt looked at me with bad side of fleas, and before you give him time to tell me that I was there I began to speak. I told him that having felt harassed and that the only intention was to strengthen family ties. That in those days had been thinking a lot about what it is sad to lose the family, which is the most important thing ... And he had brought a party favour.

He stayed silent for a while, and trying to assimilate the information. I looked gaze, then the pots, then to me again ... That moment I made eternal, and when it seemed that I was going to shut the door in the face told me: "passes". I could not believe it had worked! (Thanks for the idea Javier)

I prepared a little snack and we chatting. Following your instructions, I took not the subject of the objects of my uncle grandfather nothing more start. Following the advice of Tenchizard, I told him he was doing a sort of genealogical research on my family, and he was looking for the details that make it unique to each of the families. And before asking for Alfredo, I told her that if she could tell interesting things about his life, which should be fascinating, and all that. And at what point! It was to speak, and I had one hour contándome batallitas (and nothing interesting to our investigation). When I was about to fall asleep, I tried to draw the subject tactfully. I told him that she knew how much I wanted to Alfredo good, and I wanted to see some of her things, meterlas also in genealogical research. Above all things about the history that the Man of the Maze that he liked counting.

So in the end agreed to teach at the office that used to use Alfredo and where were their things ... And my mother. Not you, you can get an idea. I was FULL of things. I spent half an hour searching folders, papers, old newspapers, books ... But did not find anything interesting. My aunt is beginning to worry, and I brought things that she thought would help me, but for our research we are not served anything like an old hat or a scarf. So after a while I said it was okay, it seemed somewhat disrespectful stir in this way among the personal belongings of Alfredo. He added that he was a bit exhausted and that it would be better for me outside. As he did not want importunarla too, agreed and I left.

And here I am now, back at home and giving it turns to this story. I SECURE that there must be something interesting. The problem is finding it. If only we knew what we have to find. Are you something happens? Any idea? We need!