My friend was right, after all, when he called me a devil.
Today I had to solve some bureaucratic matters and ended up by examining a copy of my birth certificate. Year of birth: 1969. Number of the certificate: 666. Son: illegitimate.
If the Inquisition was still running here, I might be in troube with such numbers, such birth...
And to this revealing data, I add the statuette of a little devilish creature which my Cuban friend Lili got for me. She was just passing by and saw it. She immediately thought, “That’s António,” and bought it.
And there’s also Lili’s father. Thinking of me he quoted some literary Cuban's phrase: “Antonio, eres un demonio!” (Literally, Antonio, you’re a demon! Metaphorically, Antonio, you're impossible!)
May the Holy Father have mercy on me.
