About two weeks ago I started living with The Flamenca in a very small space, a little smaller than just the two bedrooms of the refugee camp put together. Working all night on her computer was impossible because her computer was set up so that it can only be used if you are sitting on the couch, and when she goes to bed, that couch becomes her bed because she insists I take her bed.
She left for Madrid five days ago and generously left me the keys to her apartment since otherwise I would have been without a place to stay. But, at the end of the day, the place is too lonely without her so I do not think I will stay, we’ve laughed a lot here and now it is quite silent.
Two days ago, she mentioned that if I am so lonely that I’m considering living on the streets that that she would surprise me by coming back to Tokyo.
I wasn’t sure if she was joking or not, but today she wrote me to say that she’s actually already on a plane back to Tokyo just three days after arriving in Madrid! She’s bringing Spanish tomatoes and I’m on a mission to buy a nice wine and I am presently cleaning her apartment drunk in my underwear to welcome her home tomorrow when we’ll surely dance a little salsa to celebrate.