And in that moment, in that millisecond in which my brain processed the information, my life changed<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n I saw myself paying off all my debts at once. I saw myself not worrying about the month’s expenses. I saw myself traveling, buying whims without looking at my bank account. I saw myself, in short, being happy.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n What I did not see myself, however, was with the tenths in my hand.<\/p>\n\n This is where the real story began.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n At first, I took it easy. Let’s see, the tenths can’t be that far away<\/strong>, I thought. I’m a mess, yes, but it’s not like I’m throwing important things down the street like a lunatic. <\/p>\n\n I started with the basics: the wallet. They were gone. Well, normal, there I only keep tickets for absurd purchases and a couple of loyalty cards that I never use. <\/p>\n\n Okay, next step: the jacket pocket. Nothing.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n Car glove box. Less.<\/strong><\/p>\n I looked in the backpack I went on the trip with. I took out everything: crumpled clothes, cell phone charger, a movie ticket I didn’t even remember buying. But the tickets were gone.<\/strong> <\/p>\n\n Gradually, anguish began to settle in my chest like a stone. He had to have kept them somewhere. They had to be at home. <\/strong><\/p>\n\n And so began the demolition of my home.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n I opened drawers with the desperation of a detective on his last case. I lifted cushions from the sofa. I reached behind the refrigerator, where I found only dust and a pen that was scary to touch. <\/p>\n\n Nothing.<\/p>\n\n I went to the car, where I disassembled what I humanly could. Drawers, floor mats, trunk, I even checked the spare tire compartment.<\/strong> I only found a lighter that I didn’t remember buying and a 20 cent coin that looked at me mockingly.<\/p>\n\n The tenths still did not appear.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n I sat on the floor, sweating with despair and the absolute certainty that karma was playing with me in a big way.<\/p>\n\n My friends, of course, were celebrating. They had gone together to collect their prize, sent photos of toasts and smiles. I had that money too. The only thing was… I didn’t know where. <\/strong><\/p>\n\n I tried to remember. I made a titanic mental effort. Where did I put them?<\/strong> Had he given them to anyone?<\/p>\n\n And here comes an important detail: normally, I always give the tickets to Moi<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n Moi, for those who don’t know him, is my lifelong friend, the one who owns the bar in B\u00e1scara square. I trust him 100%. Whenever I buy lottery, whether it’s Christmas, the blind man’s lottery or whatever, I pass it to him. He is like my personal bank of tenths. <\/p>\n\n But this time… I didn’t do it.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n And that was already strange to me, because when I go on a trip, I ALWAYS give them to him. Something didn’t add up. <\/p>\n\n I called Moi, with the small hope that, in an act of involuntary responsibility, I had given him the d\u00e9cimos without remembering it.<\/p>\n\n -Hey, Moi… tell me you have my tenths.<\/p>\n\n -No, man, you didn’t give me anything this time.<\/p>\n\n -Sure, sure, very sure?<\/p>\n\n -Man, if I had won a hundred thousand euros, I wouldn’t be pouring beers right now.<\/p>\n\n Touch\u00e9.<\/p>\n\n Time passed, and the tenths never showed up.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n My friends laughed at me for months (and still do). \u00abIt touched you too, but in a different way,\u00bb<\/strong> they tell me between guffaws. I put on a resigned face, but inside I’m dying. <\/p>\n\n To this day, every time I buy lottery tickets, I apply a strict security protocol:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n Because, ladies and gentlemen, once<\/strong> was more than enough.<\/p>\n\n And the moral of this story is clear: opportunities come… but you have to know where to put them.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n From MasTorrencito we wish you a good day and may your dogs be with you!!!!<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n — There are days that start out normal, days that go by without a hitch and days that, without warning, give you a slap in the face of reality that you wouldn’t find in an absurd humor movie. This is the story of one of those days. It all started on a trip to Salamanca with […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":3631,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[34],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3635","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-mastorrencitos-stories"],"yoast_head":"\nThe beginning of the tragedy<\/strong><\/h3>\n\n
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