Finally on Honduras and Acuña de Figueroa, I found a little bar and I asked for a coffee, some water and I sat down to watch the match that had already started. A ceiling lamp reflected its light right on the TV, which made viewing difficult. At a table, in front of me, there was a boy with a book taking notes. But I could tell he was a Cuervo, since he was looking sideways at the TV and he celebrated Cauteruccio´s goal with me when he stuck it in the corner of the net. The first half over, I went, satiated, to present Pedro´s book because CASLA played the first half well and because Ortigoza keeps on being great. Afterwards, when the presentation was over, Lloyds, a Cuervo and writer friend, arrived and hugging me, said: "They won, they are liked and they score goals." "How did it end up?" I asked with my belly already filling with joy. "Three-zero" "Three. Great." On August 17, Anita will be three years old. "Anita," I said at night, "Ciclón, scored three goals in your honour." And she hugged me.
Friendship, as you say, is unstable, but it's one of the strongest feelings we humans can have. There's a Sartre text in the farewell to Camus, when he died, that's magnificent. For example, Pedrito Mairal is a writer I admire very much and he's also a great friend. According to Montaigne, in a friendship you only wish your friend the best, more than for yourself. That is the purest friendship. Hugs.
Viggo:
PS.: In this chat, as well as in others, we talk as much about philosophy as soccer. Did you ever see the brilliant video from Monty Python where the German philosophers play a soccer match against the Greeks? It's very good! Here is the link:
http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/watch?v=-2gJamguN04