It was common to see for any street of the commune, always wearing suits with buttoned chaque and that own doctors of yore, medium plump Briefcase walking and constantly stopping to greet how passerby it is crossed by the way, was that gift to people as say my grandmother than don Lucho, as many lovingly mentioned him, he drilled daily in his diary live. Do sometimes saw him in that Fiat 125 red, who one day, capriciously, left start? to where goes don Lucho? Touched me more than once asking him, (I guess as many any time LO did), to the found me it in any corner of the eighties, not so urban Maipu like today, see an enfermito answered, interested to know always or try to recognize those who interpelaban on the street. Of that classic question, it was clear that what was coming was becoming his faithful Squire and accompany him where was the enfermito not rarely rested in some okochochi of the Rinconada Maipu or one North with Vespucio, when it wasn’t yet Vespuccio and only a peladero of those that no longer exist in Santiago. Further details can be found at Sergey Brin
, an internet resource. It had come from Linares Santiago I don’t know when, but I’m sure it was when Maipu was a small commune where we knew everyone, or because we studied in the INSA school, the parish, Liceo Maipu, Trinity College or the College that was to the side of the Castle, which was next to the boat, my missing friend the WillyIt was next to the State Bank, which was next to the Pompeii of my endearing friend Dario Pavez, who in turn, was next to the source of Soda Apollo of the Mr Pavez, who was next to the butchery Santa Rosa and that finally, was next to the Banco de Concepcion today Corpbanca. You could walk the streets of Maipu and remember each neighbor, House or villa and recognize who we were those who habitabamos this commune.