The first time I saw her was 12/24/2001 at 8:05am, she was perfect in her own imperfect way. Her hair was in a ponytail, her shoes were worn, her nails chipped. It was obvious she was there to work, with jeans and an old t-shirt on. I wanted to speak, to say something but ......
I was 12 years old when I met him. I was in the swimming pool and got caught by his grey-blue-green eyes as he emerged from water. I felt in love with him immediately. He was 16. He swam straight to me and asked my name. He said he had never seen me before, he was sure ......
His name was Wolfgang. Wolfgang Schindlauer. I still remember how difficult it was for me, as a Spanish speaker, to say his name. Wolf…gang… “You can call me Wolf”, he told me once, spreading a smile across his face as he heard my efforts to pronounce ......
