While the children of San Ildefonso the numbers were singing my heart was racing. Towards the fifth ball I was gasping for air as if I had licked the bed of a covid patient, Beta variant. It was the ‘match point’ of Allen’s film: the last ball hits the net and, for a fraction of a second, anything can happen. But the kid sang the correct number and the devil had spun the golden bass drums for me. A rectangular piece of paper, bought at a gas station in Lugo and placed in the fridge with a magnet from the hanging houses of Cuenca, had charged the value of a one and a half million euro bill, thanks to the spell of five orphans in Sundays. The difference between a blank check to get rich and a piece of toilet paper is a chorus.
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