Mini Cooper Car
He had cleared customs without any problems. Was congratulated himself for having encouraged. His father had gone to get to the airport. Seeing him had shown him a passport with a smile, thus confirming that he had not had any problem at customs. The father smiled back showing that she understood the message. They hugged each other as they both laughed at the happy return. "I've done it! "He had told his father.
"That's Dad, it was worth all the fear that I felt until I returned the passport. Cleve called Kelly to give the good news. "Everything went OK," he said. Both went to the parking lot where the car had left Cleve. The road was recognizing the things that had been etched in his memory before leaving. It seemed that everything, absolutely everything was exactly like the memories he had of them.
Roads, trees, houses, businesses. The gas station where he used to load the tank of his car as a teenager, a Mini Cooper two-door black with many years of shooting, but at it as part of his life, he continued as a dependent to Kurt, an elderly man unrecognizable because it always looked the same. From the time that he accompanied his father to refuel his car, Alex remembered his face always smiling, wrinkled, with its lively blue eyes and a smile for the customer. He did not remember ever having seen him sad. He saw it from afar. He could not see but just smiled.