Homem dame o dinhero...

I realice that now my e-mails (some of them) have to be in English, because the horizon of friends is growing and almost all the Spanish speakers are English speakers too, so... also its a good practice for me, because my writing in English sucks, so I have to improve.

Ok, I'm in a funky coffee house in Westport, Kansas City, Missouri (I think). A few minutes ago I wanted to cry... yes, Lola cries for everything, but this time I really didn't find a reason, I was just feeling without control, but... as a matter of fact I am in control, because the reason why I am here, is because I have to take care of my team, which, by the way, is doing fundraising right now outside the markets. I left the last girl and while I was driving to my destination the car start doing something weird... hm, I can say that better... the thing in the car that shows the speed start getting crazy, moving from 0 to 200 miles!!! obviously I freak out!! I couldn't go to raise money, I was so worry. Yesterday the car run out of battery, so I had to jump it on with an other car... So, I'm here, in a coffee beside the mechanic, one nice guy who may be will not lie to me. That's why I hate mechanics, they take advantage of the inexpertise ok this young girl trying to do things right.
I know that this time I should be raising money, and I feel bad for the other girls, because I am warm, drinking coffee... but I also know that is my responsibility now to take care of the car so we can go back home. I'm saying this for myself, may be... so I can feel better. Yesterday I fundraise $182, so... if today I don't reach the goal I will do it later... I guess...

This is the story of today, my dear friends... give me words of wisdom and laugh of me if you can. As my friends in Mexico use to say, I'm the mother duck, always worry, always taking care of the others and saying to everybody what to do... I just hope they fix the car today because someone kneed to pick up the girls... shit, this is complicated, its a big test, a way of discovering of what are we capable. This shows the way that we already walked, the wisdom and knowledge that others gave us in some point. Being independent its a big deal... nostalgia is empty, but not me (1:15 pm on my moleskine notebook)

(2:25 pm) I'm thinking that if we are able to learn of everything in life... its worth it to live, even if sometimes the hours are to long, the people to different and the world to far away (still here)

(2:35 pm) I saw the mechanic driving the car to check it 30 minutes ago and he is not back yet. Should i say something? is not that we have a lot of money for gas... shit! this people... why can't every one be honest? why?!

(2:45 pm) What does waste time means? When I don't have someone to talk with I have to talk with myself writing... imagining that someone is reading me, my thoughts... now I'm not as shill as I was...

(3:00 pm) I feel stupid... making stories in my head... "may be they want to steal the car", "may be they crash the car", "may be they took the car in and I didn't see"... shit, are you having fun reading my stupid notes????... may be I'm just bothering you, but this is what we do... the people alone in a coffee house trying to understand the situation. As you are not here I have to e-mail you this so it can make sense, because I kneed answers, you know?... if you where here we were having (that tens I don't know) this conversation, and you could tell me "easy Lola, everything is gonna be alright, the car is inside, there are not stealing you the gas, they will tell you the true and they will fix the damn thing"... and I will insist "but..."

The guy came!!! the nice mister... he came to say to me that it's ok, that he was driving and it's ok......... "shit Lola, I told you so..." He will fix the fucking light... hm... I don't have money!!! shit... life its complicated, why I cannot live just with my pen and my little notebook? (seriously, are you having fun?)

So they didn't drive the car for an hour, or they did and I will notice later... at least in this place they refill the coffee for free.

(3:28 pm) The guy, mechanic, came to drink a coffee, he is on a table right in front of me, talking with an other old guy... uffff! I could make a grate story about it... (I'm glad I don't have my computer) (how's my English going?)

Ok... lets say that his name is Tom, just because I like to call people Tom. Tom has 57 years, he learned car mechanics as a kid, with his father, in the earliest 50's. He is from Kansas City, Missouri, so he doesn't open the mouth when he talks. His wife died a few years ago, and his daughter is the one that helps him in the house with the cleaning and cooking. He bought the business when he thought it was time to be independent. The wife encourage him telling that she will help him doing the accounting and everything so he could just fix cars, activity that he loved.Tom talks with the cars, you know? He know what is wrong with them by talking. Just like christians do with god.

The wife, Stephanie, knew that the way of making Tom happy was giving him the time to talk with the cars and the opportunity of touching as more cars as possible. She knew it because she was there when Tom's father teach him how to listen the pain of the metal, electric, and soul of the car. She was Tom's neighbor, so she knew perfectly   well how to make Tom happy... she just had to be different that Tom's mother, who hated cars more than anything.

Today Tom was talking with a Windstar, Ford, 2000, when the memory appeared. It was there, inside the music of the burning nods of the wheel; Stephanie, the bike lover wife of Tom, dying in a car accident... dying because a stupid mechanic lie to a costumer saying that the car was ready... when it wasn't.

"Tom's Auto Service. Where your car will say if it's ready!"
"No Tom, that's not a good slogan", said Stephanie, "Tom's Auto Service. Let your car talk to us"

The business was doing good, it was not the most busy in town... "stupid mexicans, they come and charge cheap stealing the costumers", Tom use to say, "They think they know about cars but... come on, they are indians". Yes, Tom didn't understand about politics, borders or anything, he just talk with cars.

So the memory came and he decide to take a brake. "Hey, Van", he said to the Windstar, "I will go for a coffee ok?, I'll be back so you can finish the joke that you where telling me ok?". And here is Tom, in the westport coffee house, drinking a italian cappuccino with his wife's memory.

(4:00 pm) I have no place to hide... (drawings)

(4:15 pm) That's why I ride bikes.

(4:25 pm) 15 minutes ago I received a text message that said "hey" for a unknown number from Missouri. Now I received a message saying "can I buy u a cup of coffee"... I'm freaking out!!!! is this a movie???? this is the team cell phone, no one from Missouri has the number!!!! shit...

(4:35 pm) car is ready.





Enjoy.