I´m here drinking vodka, Zubrowka,
polish vodka, from a little bottle. It tastes good. And I´m
drinking. I drink it today, because I´m carring out a kind of deal.
A knock up deal, because I couldn´t achieve it like we agreed on,
but in the end it was a deal, the one that I made with the only girl
that I have ever given panties.
Natalia Kochan Rodriguez, the only girl
I´ve ever given a panties, one day told me by email the bad time
that she was having because she didn´t have any underwear to put on.
Something about a friend, who´s sister was visiting her from London,
and that they have been partying all the night for a farewell, and of
course, the day after a hangover and all that shit, her friend has
forgotten to bring her a couple of panties. So Natalia locked herself
in the bathroom and start crying. She cried because, and quote “such
a shit that I don´t have any fucking panties to put over my ass”.
After all the problem with the panties got fixed, the father caught a
train during a big storm and he brought it to her, the panties and
some Mcnuggets. Mcnuggets was her cup of tea, mainly if she was
dipping them in teriyaki sauce, that she used to swipe from the
kitchen when she worked at Itsu, the restaurant where we met working
together. Then Natalia kept going with her story, and now with
panties she got another good cry with Dirty Dancing final scene, full
of Mcnuggets and laughing about herself.
A little time after that email, Natalia
asked me for a favour: she wanted some souvenirs from London to give
to some people and I didn´t mind to go around during my break and
purchase some for her. Notting Hill is full of souvenir shops. With
some magnets, pins, bottleopened, socks and keyrings I was able to
fill up a little package. And in the second shop that I entered, the
one just close to the pizza shop and the Starbucks, I saw them, they
were hanging up, it was a signal and without any hesitation I reached
them, smiled and bought them.
A London tube map panties.
So, here they went, the panties, the
souvenirs, inside the little package I managed for her.
After we both laughed about it. What do
you want me to say? Just think about it, imagine my friend, bold,
with the London tube map panties and reading polish politics
magazines or watching Dirty Dancing jumping over the bed and a smile
is appearing on my face.
How we are, people, sometimes, that
girl, fighting against a leukemia, in the hospital, with two hundred
troubles over her head and the only worries that she had was having
enough clean panties.
My friend was a brave girl, she has her
temper and sometimes she had hard times getting to know people, I
mean, she could be such a asshole when she wanted it. She was
sensible, sharp, clever and overall she was cheerful. Always with
that smile on.
Natalia went to Poland one day to hear
that her mother was really sick and when she went back to get a idea
to how to deal with the circumstances she discovered that she had
leukemia. And with leukemia she has spend the last year and a half,
and in that time her mother died as her dog died too.
And she, my friend, always kept her
smile. Always there with her. It´s amazing how some special people
know how to deal with life. One misfortune after other and she fought
back with her desire to live.
I have to drink another shot of
Zubrowka, cheers for her, because we said when Carlitos brought me
the bottle from her (Carlitos Rodriguez Kocham, her boyfriend, my
hero) that we would drink it together when she came back in her
lovely London, healthy and with the will to party again.
It couldn´t happen, Natalia passed
away this morning, abouth 6:oo am.
As usual in these cases, we have a lot
of missing conversations, a lot of experiences that we are not gonna
live, a lot of dreams that will not become true and I will always
hold a grudge to have not taken a plane to Katowice to give her a
huge hug, what am I gonna tell you? But the only thing I know, the
only thing I´m sure of is that my friend, Natalia, others things
maybe not, but to die, she did with the panties on!!!
A kiss my girl, wherever you are.
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