The eight minute call

In this Picnic! Let’s talk about friends, about times, about postponed plans, about conversations that we postpone or reduce to the category of audio recordings. Whatsapp without heart or spirit. This week I forgot to call a dear friend for her birthday, which for me is not serious because I never get offended if someone forgets my birthday and because my friends know that I often forget their birth days, even though I adore them . This all comes to mind because I called her late and we talked, by phone (that device in which some generations invest hours and that now serves to look at images hypnotized, more than anything) about 1) what we were doing 2) the wind that does not give up 3) the happiness of a birthday without complications, only hamburgers 3) the happiness to work as I am doing now with the wind that refreshes the home office and the birds of Punta Colorada. We talked on the phone, and that made my day better.