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Un abrazo para nuestra querida comunidad #Greenzone, este a帽o he recibido muchos regalos materiales, no es que hayan sido de alto valor monetarios pero si de valor sentimental. A este recuento nos invita 
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Pero hablar茅 de un regalo especial que uso por estos d铆as porque es un modo de desear buenas energ铆as a quien me lo regal贸: mi amigo Orlando Barrechis, hombre talentoso (maestro Aikido, abogado, artista visual) y aunque aun 茅l no lo reconoce del todo, es un ser con profunda fuerza espiritual. De ah铆 que muchos vean en 茅l amenazas cuando en realidad es b谩lsamo.
Esta tasa tan simp谩tica que casi siempre miro desde mi estante, no es una simple decoraci贸n porque en 茅l va una historia que no tendr茅 reparo en contarles.
Conoc铆 a Barrech铆s en 1992, en un campamento c铆tricola all谩 por Dos R铆os, zona muy cercana a la querida 
Est谩bamos por entrar al comedor de Bungo 6. Nunca los espacios de alimentaci贸n en las escuelas o centros laborales en Cuba son restaurantes, sino comedor. Yo con algunas de mis amigas bullangueras con que disfrut茅 la universidad, y 茅l con sus colegas del Instituto Militar.
Siempre dije que que qui茅n concibi贸 esa campa帽a de c铆tricos tuvo una mente f茅rtil porque uni贸 en un mismo espacio por 15 d铆as, a las chicas de la Universidad con los varones del Instituto. Fuimos en tren hasta alg煤n punto y 茅l cuenta que desde ese instante 茅l me mir贸 y yo estaba leyendo poemas y no hice caso a sus miradas. luego hizo posible los m煤ltiples intentos de acercamiento que para mi fueron coincidencias.
Pues hicimos la fila juntos para entrar al comedor, y nos correspondi贸 en una misma mesa y con mi alma samaritana le saqu茅 las espinas a su pescado porque le pregunt茅 por qu茅 no lo com铆a y me dijo que no ve铆a bien las espinas.
Barrechis es mi amigo, pero fue mi amor, es de esas personas con los que puedo conversar cualquier cosa interesante. Sobre nuestras pasiones que quedaron truncas unos d铆as despu茅s en aquel campamento y que retomamos pasados 25 a帽os tengo escrira una historia muy larga.
Esta tasa fue uno de sus tantos detalles que me regal贸, algunos los perd铆 porque soy torpe, entre ellos un dioramas que me encantaba. Hoy Barrechis esta incomunicado por los estragos del hurac谩n Melissa, pero yo siempre lo tengo presente cuando tiembla la tierra, pasa un cicl贸n o toca un tambor. Solo por saber como le va.
Y como creo que el amor, la amistad y los detalles que nos unen y nos hacen la vida m谩s dulce pues le puse az煤car a mi caf茅 y con inmenso placer lo comparto con ustedes.
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A special gift
A hug to our dear #Greenzone community. This year I have received many material gifts; they weren't of high monetary value, but they were of great sentimental value. This recount is inspired by
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But I will talk about a special gift that I've been using these days as a way to send good energy to the person who gave it to me: my friend Orlando Barrechis, a talented man (Aikido master, lawyer, visual artist) and, although he doesn't fully recognize it yet, a being with profound spiritual strength. This is why many people see him as a threat when in reality he is a balm.
This very charming mug, which I almost always look at from my shelf, is not just a simple decoration because it holds a story that I won't hesitate to tell you.
I met Barrechis in 1992,at a citrus camp over in Dos R铆os, an area very close to our dear
We were about to enter the dining hall of Bungo 6. The eating areas in schools or workplaces in Cuba are never called restaurants, but comedores (dining halls). I was with some of my boisterous friends with whom I enjoyed university, and he was with his colleagues from the Military Institute.
I always said that whoever conceived that citrus campaign had a fertile mind because they brought together, in the same space for 15 days, the girls from the University and the boys from the Institute. We went by train to a certain point, and he says that from that moment he watched me, and I was reading poems and didn't notice his glances. Then he made possible the multiple attempts to approach me, which for me were just coincidences.
Well, we stood in line together to enter the dining hall, and we ended up at the same table. With my Samaritan soul, I removed the bones from his fish because I asked him why he wasn't eating it, and he said he couldn't see the bones well.
Barrechis is my friend, but he was my love; he is one of those people with whom I can talk about anything interesting. About our passions that were cut short a few days later in that camp and that we resumed 25 years later, I have a very long story to write.
This mug was one of his many thoughtful gifts he gave me; I lost some of them because I'm clumsy, among them a diorama that I loved. Today, Barrechis is out of communication due to the devastation of Hurricane Melissa, but I always think of him when the earth trembles, a cyclone passes, or a drum is played. Just to know how he's doing.
And since I believe that love, friendship, and the little things that unite us and make life sweeter, I added sugar to my coffee and with immense pleasure I share it with you.
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