Until the time of the button and the sock he remained unsure. All his doubts had hinged on ownership. Had he made them and were they, therefore, his? Or did they live from their first morning separate from him and consequently, like him, alone? These were questions which, for a long time, he could not settle. Then, only partly by accident, he resolved to begin from the beginning. He heard the first button fall almost without noise. Then he knew.
Hi Carlos, Glad I finally found my friend. I have looked for you on and off for years on the internet with no luck. It was a long time ago but I have fond memories of you. I really hope you remember me.
