Eeva

Finnish. Dark long black hair, very white and pale smooth skin, strong blue eyes,  lips that parted slightly when she was listening and would move silently when she wanted to interrupt.   Dressed in black.   We talked about Latin American politics, sociocultural paradigms, the new left, the old left, the new right, postmodernism and motorcycles.

Then, the afternoon was over, her taxi showed up on time and she was gone.  Attempts at holding on would’ve been unworthy of the moment.