Algo que me caracteriza desde muy chiquita es mi alto nível de energía. Mi mamá pasaba horas intentando que yo me duerma, pero era imposible, no lo lograba. Luego de un par de intentos, probaba mi papá, tampoco lo lograba. Parecía misión imposible... Hasta que un día, harto, mi papá me envolvió en una manta y salió a dar una vuelta manzana... Llegando a la vuelta de mi casa, había unos faroles, que tenian forma de luna. Yo me volví loca, me encantaron... Caminamos dos cuadras más y me dormí. Papá no lo podía creer.
Desde esa noche, todas las noches desde mi año de edad hasta los 5 años mi papá me llevó a mirar los faroles. Cuando hacia calor y cuando hacia frio. Mis hermanos, que estaban indignados por como me mailcriaban, cuentan que llegamos a salir con paraguas. Es que para mí, era como tener todas las noches la posibilidad de tocar la luna, y de estar con mi papá, sola con él. Sin mi mamá. Sin mis hermanos. Sin los perros. Él, yo y la luna.
El verano anterior a que cumpla 6 años mi papá y mamá decidieron separarse, no eligieron los mejores métodos. De repente volví de mis vacaciones y mi papá ya no estaba en mi casa, me dijero que se había ido a cuidar la casa de un amigo. Los paseos a ver el farol ya no eran posibles.
Me acuerdo que llegaba la noche y yo extrañaba mucho a mi papá. Muchas noches terminaba llamándolo y el venía desde Palermo a mi casa, que era en la provincia de Buenos Aires a dar la vuelta manzana conmigo. Cuando ya se hizo insostenible esa rutina y me blanquearon la separación, él me llamaba todas las noches, yo salía al patio de casa y el me prometía que hacia lo mismo y que mientras hablábamos, los dos ibamos a estar mirando la luna y entonces, estabamos más cerca.
Me llamó todos las noches de todos los años que yo puedo recordar. La noche se volvió mi momento preferido para hacer cualquier cosa. Cuando fuí adolescente y durante mis primeros veintis mi papá se alejó mucho de mi, supongo que tendría sus motivos. Estaba enojada y triste pero cuando lo extrañaba mucho, siempre miraba la luna y me confortaba saber que tal vez, el también la estaba mirando y entonces, estabamos más cerca.
Crecí, hablamos y nos reencontramos. El fin de semana pasado nos fuimos de viaje con toda mi familia. Me levanté a la madrugada porque no me podía dormir y salí al patio de la casa. Vi que sentado en un sillón que daba al río estaba mi papá, me acerque, me sirvió un vaso de whisky y nos sentamos juntos. Él, yo y la luna.
Something that has characterized me since I was very young is my high level of energy. My mom would spend hours trying to get me to sleep, but it was impossible, she couldn't get me to sleep. After a couple of attempts, my dad would try, but he couldn't get me to sleep either. It seemed like mission impossible... Until one day, fed up, my dad wrapped me in a blanket and went for a walk around the block.... Arriving around the corner from my house, there were some lanterns in the shape of a moon. I went crazy, I loved them.... We walked two more blocks and I fell asleep. Dad couldn't believe it.
From that night on, every night from the time I was one year old until I was 3 years old, my dad took me to look at the lanterns. When it was hot and when it was cold. My siblings, who were indignant about the way I was mailed, say that we went out with umbrellas. For me, it was like having the chance to touch the moon every night, and to be with my dad, alone with him. Without my mother. Without my brothers. Without the dogs. Him, me and the moon.
The summer before my 6th birthday my mom and dad decided to separate, they didn't choose the best methods. Suddenly I came back from my vacation and my dad wasn't at home anymore, they told me he had gone to take care of a friend's house. The trips to see the streetlight were no longer possible.
I remember that the night would come and I would miss my dad a lot. Many nights I would end up calling him and he would come from Palermo to my house, which was in the province of Buenos Aires, to walk around the block with me. When that routine became unsustainable and I was forced to separate, he would call me every night, I would go out to the backyard and he would promise me that he would do the same and that while we were talking, we would both be looking at the moon and then, we would be closer.
He called me every night for as many years as I can remember. The night became my favorite time to do anything. When I was a teenager and during my early twenties my dad moved away from me a lot, I guess he had his reasons. I was angry and sad but when I missed him a lot, I always looked at the moon and took comfort in knowing that maybe, he was looking at it too and then, we were closer.
I grew up, we talked and we were reunited. Last weekend we went on a trip with my whole family. I got up at dawn because I couldn't sleep and went out to the backyard. I saw my dad sitting on an armchair overlooking the river, I approached him, he poured me a glass of whiskey and we sat together. He, me and the moon.