No Place for Heroes by Laura Restrepo

Author:Laura Restrepo [Restrepo, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 0385519915
Publisher: Nan A. Talese
Published: 1985-01-02T05:00:00+00:00

“IT’S NOW OR never. I’m going to call him,” Mateo announced as soon as he awoke, and Lorenza thought that this time he was really going through with it. “Where is it!” he screamed, suddenly giving his mother a horrified look.

“Where is what, for God’s sake? Why do you get all worked up like this?”

“The notebook, Lorenza,” Mateo declared in a lugubrious tone. “The notebook where I wrote down what I was going to say.” He fell back on the sofa, defeated, and she started to look for it. In a few minutes, she discovered it, mixed up with some magazines.

“You found it?” he asked surprised, as if a miracle had just occurred. “Ramón Iribarren, I am your son, Mateo Iribarren. I have come to Buenos Aires to meet you,” he read in a loud voice for the thousandth time since they had arrived. He knew the passage by heart, but kept repeating it nevertheless, like a mantra, like a spell. Lorenza had been watching him closely. Her son was readying himself for the encounter with his father as if it were a ceremony. Or a duel.

“Now or never,” Mateo repeated and stared at the phone like a viper hypnotizing its prey before pouncing. But instead of picking up the receiver, he opted for the remote and turned on the television.

“I’ll call in a little while. I swear,” he assured his mother, as if he owed her anything. “Shit, the Rolling Stones! A concert right here in Buenos Aires. I can’t believe it. Look, look, they’re going to be at the River Plate Stadium. Let’s go, Lorenza. Can we go? Are you even watching? This is historic, the chance of a lifetime. Damn, I love the Stones! I’d rather see the Stones a thousand times more than Ramón. Fuck Ramón, Lolé, let’s go see the Stones. That would be enough for me. I swear that if I get to see them I’ll return in peace to Bogotá and I’ll stop bugging you about my father and Buenos Aires. It’ll be a lot cooler to tell my friends how I saw the Stones than bore them with how I met some bald guy who’s my father.”

So they went to the stadium in the Belgrano District to see the Stones, who were touring with Bob Dylan. Aurelia had to settle for very expensive tickets from the hotel’s concierge, the only ones left on the planet because the concert was sold out. When they arrived, Mateo bought himself a Bridges to Babylon T-shirt and on the way out couldn’t stop talking, he was so excited.

“Spectacular, truly genius,” he repeated as they tried to move through the crowd, which was leaving the stadium in droves. “Not to lessen the experience, but it’s pretty strange to go to a Stones concert with your own mother, for how can you get all worked up and crazy with your own mother right there? Although, if you think about it, the Stones are probably more from your generation than from mine, Lolé.

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