My brother Esteban had not met grandfather Persino until he was 15 years old. One day, I don't remember why; we went to “maestro” Persino's house in the Volcanes neighborhood; we saw our brothers. Grandpa Persino was sweeping the yard full of leaves from the loquat tree, which I used to climb when I was a little older. Then we saw two distant generations, unrecognizable. Grandfather greeted Esteban and saw in his eyes an accumulation of imperfections, helplessness, pain and he shuddered, because he knew that Esteban was the most abandoned of the lineage. It was the only day of their lives that they interacted. Grandfather Persino died three months later and Esteban would see him again in a coffin with mariachi music in the background at a wake at La Piedad cemetery.
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Fernando Percino is Mexican and was born sometime in the eighties; he also has a degree in Public Administration from the Benemérita Universidad Autónoma de Puebla. He has published short stories in the cultural supplement “Catedral” of the newspaper “Síntesis”, the novel “Velvet Cabaret” (2015), the book of short stories “Lucina” (2016), the book of chronicles “Diarios de Teca” (2016)and currently writes the book of notes “Volk” in ERRR Magazine. He was a member of the editorial board of the magazines: “Chido BUAP” and “Vanguardia: Todas las expresiones”. He has worked as a public official in the State and Federal Public Administration and served in various positions, for more than 7 years, in the microfinance industry.