Some of the names or chapas we had on each other when young, could only be match by those that we had on each others parents. My mother was known as "gringa rosemary" and my father as "el coronel, militronche, el cachaco" ... Well, you get the idea. Occasionally you will be playing with a friend and ... "Mama !!, se puede quedar mi amigo a almorzar?" Now, I was to be the guest. I enjoyed a change from the regular routine at home, but this time it was to be different ... The closest comparison with that luncheon that I can find now, is like ... hitting a hot LZ in Nam. When you came in that chopper and shit is flying all over the place, you just don't have many options. I was invited to lunch ... No, No, I was set up for lunch. "Buenas tardes, senora" "Ahh ... educadiiiiito ... el muchacho, no como estos dos aqui .." I should have seen it coming. That tone with that Ironia .. uhmm .. It was too late. Around the table we h