Mi amiga Selma vivi\u00f3 en Par\u00eds del ’66 al ’68, mientras estudiaba en la Sorbona.<\/p>\n
Una noche, su amiga Luisa le dijo: \u00abVen a dormir a mi casa, necesito tu departamento para hacerle un favor a un amigo\u00bb.<\/p>\n
En aquellos a\u00f1os revoltosos en Par\u00eds, un pedido como ese era m\u00e1s que normal, as\u00ed que no hab\u00eda m\u00e1s que acceder.<\/p>\n
En teor\u00eda no deb\u00eda hacerlo, pero se qued\u00f3 un rato m\u00e1s de lo pactado. Al llegar el amigo misterioso, le entreg\u00f3 las llaves con un simple saludo y parti\u00f3.<\/p>\n
-Era el Che Guevara -cuenta. Ten\u00eda el pelo corto y estaba sin barba. Era MUY buen mozo -asegura, con un s\u00fabito brillo en sus ojos cansados.<\/p>\n
-Luego lo encontr\u00e9 en algunas reuniones. Todos se deten\u00edan a escucharlo.<\/p>\n
Eso pasa cuando alguien tiene grandes historias para contar: todos alrededor de la mesa est\u00e1bamos en silencio.<\/p>\n
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Selma and Che Guevara<\/strong><\/p>\n My friend Selma lived in Paris from ’66 to ’68, while studying at Le Sorbonne University.<\/p>\n One night, her friend Luisa told her: \u00abCome sleep at my place, I’ll need your apartment to help a friend of mine\u00bb.<\/p>\n Those years were time for revolt and trouble in Paris, so requests like that were commonplace at the time. She gladly said yes.<\/p>\n Selma wasn’t supposed to, but she stayed until she met the stranger. Just a short greeting, handed him the keys and left.<\/p>\n \u00abHe was ‘el Che Guevara’.\u00bb she says, \u00abHe had a short haircut, and no beard. VERY handsome.\u00bb Her tired eyes lit for a second.<\/p>\n \u00abI met him again after that at a couple of reunions our friends hosted. Everyone stopped whatever they were saying to hear him.\u00bb<\/p>\n That’s what happens when someone has wonderful stories to tell: all of us at the table were completely silent.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Mi amiga Selma vivi\u00f3 en Par\u00eds del ’66 al ’68, mientras estudiaba en la Sorbona. Una noche, su amiga Luisa le dijo: \u00abVen a dormir a mi casa, necesito tu departamento para hacerle un favor a un amigo\u00bb. En aquellos a\u00f1os revoltosos en Par\u00eds, un pedido como ese era m\u00e1s que normal, as\u00ed que no […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"twitterCardType":"","cardImageID":0,"cardImage":"","cardTitle":"","cardDesc":"","cardImageAlt":"","cardPlayer":"","cardPlayerWidth":0,"cardPlayerHeight":0,"cardPlayerStream":"","cardPlayerCodec":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[25,26,10,27,20,28],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/andresb.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/508"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/andresb.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/andresb.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/andresb.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/andresb.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=508"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/andresb.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/508\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/andresb.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=508"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/andresb.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=508"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/andresb.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=508"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}