My first friend was called Orlando
he lived around the corner from grandma's house
in Ramos Mejia.
He was Bolivian.

His mother's name was Irene
she was skinny as an exclamation point.
His brother Cristian of him, a little more shy.
I don't remember the father's name
he was a mason
he made giant fried cakes
to drink milk.
There was a baby if I remember correctly
in the patio they had corn plants
it was like bread.
there was no lunch
no dinner
no chocolate

I don't know if he will remember me.
And I don't know why I used the present perfect.
I start again.

My first friend is called Orlando