- I forgot my phone in the car.
- Take mine.

In that bar there was a good portrait. Between upsets, memories and other memories, a head bone with the FMLN hat and next to the swords of the cross-pirates. Still life in which any soul wants to photograph.

- Joe, oh! Take portraits yes, but not touch more!

A couple of apps disappeared from one moment to the next. I took the phone out of his hands with a flush. I didn't get angry, because the angry ones have to keep them for important issues, and I knew it was unintentionally. But it didn't make me graceful.

It didn't look good to the slave sitting on the side table. I don't remember what his first sentence was, the first fluttered to enter anybody's dialogue. But I know that all the comments and the incursions that followed made me even less graceful. Let us call to understand each other and us, for example, Mr Roncal.

In the opinion of Roncoso, he had to have acted more “emancipated”. Maybe I was looking forward to a very applauded smile. I had to say what I had to say to the man next door in a natural, docile, formal way, if I had to say something, of course. But Roncoso's words were not particularly directed at me; his eyes sought the consensus of the other man. From the same group, like himself, he had taken his complicity. The goal was to discipline that other man to learn how to discipline me. But because for this man the only valid discipline is the Olympic donkey, he remained focused on beer. The first failure.

Romocolo was slowly getting worse. Second flushed turn: Under the name “Marisabidilla”, the girl thought that women who do not dress can also be silenced. Proudly blaming women who express their trust is one more discipline. Someone said that getting rid of self-esteem is the most direct way to turn people into voids.

But because it's the umpteenth attempt in this Roncal, he did it with useless attempts until I paraphrased an author. “That’s a male chauvinist!” he responded with a rage tone. I thought I had many visionaries and listeners, but like the numbers, the precariousness of some seems infinite.

As a Spanish journalist explained in a recent article, machismo, to escape its responsibilities, blames us: women or we are in abuse or we are censors. And the interlocutor, who so far focused on manifesting my possible histerias, came the time for the expulsion of the censor role.

I don't know if this author is especially male or was invented by Roncoso with other interests, but I don't care especially. He said that he had to censure, he and all of his input, and therefore dismiss what I also said. If we did not take into account the contribution of all the machists of the previous millennia, we would unfortunately have no history, no science, no art, no technology. Rather than concealing them, they should be taught and taught, of course, so that the development of human beings is also in values. Roncoso had no interest since then.

Roncal's are many and anywhere. Demonstrate that your theories are right in practice.
We did it home: one with the pictures he wanted; the other, which perhaps that day deserved an item in his head.