19:30 It was a cold afternoon on a Wednesday. The plaza, which is located in the suburb of Olivos a few blocks of the avenue Maipú, was well lit, clean and almost deserted. You could easily hear the noise of cars and buses in circulation there. The sound of the water of the beautiful fountain in the center of this place provided a unique sense of tranquility. Never been here. And I swore to have seen something else, something unexpected happened suddenly. Located near one corner of the square, sat Paul, a small, no more than 10 years, slim, with dark short hair. He wore a gray pair of shoes, black trousers, a brown jacket and a red backpack of "Power Rangers." There was something calling me powerfully the attention of this guy and had to do with what he was doing. He played with four toy cars and threw lightly on the floor, from one side to another. When finished throwing them all, got up to look. Again and again. Does not seem tired of it and not paying attention to something else that was not in these small objects with wheels on the bottom. Showed that when a teenager came running in front of him with his cell phone music at high volume, which could have come to interrupt. However, as if nothing had happened, Paul continued his case. Any boy his age might be scared if I were alone in the square at this time. But he no, although I had a smile on his face and noticed it thoughtfully. What led you to be in the square? He said that he had quarreled with his mother. "I argued with her because she would not let me go play the play station with some classmates from school. Whenever I'm wrong, I come here to play with my toy cars that I love and make me reassure a lot, "he added. Paul retired from his home when his mother went to bathe. He, without warning, and fled through the door here. At that time Paul dropped a tear and continued playing with their strollers. He threw one of them hard against a light pole near and then got up to check if it broke. It seems not, for laughs. Dogs approaching him, he stopped. He looked at suspiciously, but then was encouraged to pet them. He smiled and did not feel so alone. However, while the dogs are back with their owner who was calling a few yards away. Paul decided to get up off the floor and went to where they were the hammocks. He got one of them and moved with speed for several minutes. The face of concern is diluted. Suddenly, a warm, distant voice was heard from the street and a tall woman of about 40 appeared. It was his mother. Paul, excited, quickly fell from his chair to hug her. She apologized with him and promised that next time he gave permission to go with friends. He, in turn, also apologized for coming without announcing anything. Paul returned to the place where they left their little cars. He stood still for a moment watching them gently one last time and put them in your backpack. His mother told him to hurry because the store was closed and he retired with a huge smile on his face, believing that you can always count on their strollers in moments of anguish and desolation.
