Tape
tape: tell me about your longest friendship
My longest friendship is with a boy named Cesar. We grew up in the same village, and went to the same schools. He was one of my roommates in college. He likes to travel all over the world, and when he can, he sends me postcards. He has a neat script, even neater than mine. That’s probably the word I’d use to describe him: neat. He’d know if you’d sat on his bed while he was away. Another thing about him: he cares very much about his appearance and about what people think of him. I often tell him: to hell with other people! But he’s a very insecure kid.
It was his birthday the other day. He’s just earned his MBS. We are in the same country. He messages first, and tells me he’s looking for a job here. But it’s hard, bes. There are problems with the mining industry and the new secretary of the Department of Natural Resources. I reassure him things will be all right. I ask about his mother, who recently had an operation in her lungs. He says she’s fine, and thanks. Gradually we talk about meeting up for coffee, but as always, he doesn’t make any promises. I don’t push it. He promises to get in touch soon. It’s been a long friendship. I know he will.
