A long time ago, every afternoon per week, I would always go with my father to eat at La Bombonera in Old San Juan, Puerto Rico. That place was special. My father (a classical music composer) used to gather with other artists and friends (at that time, for me, they were more or les boring people). While my father talked with them, I eat a delicious ‘Mallorca con mantequilla’ (it’s like a big, round, piece of bread with butter in the middle and white sugar powder on top). I would sat down and wait for the waiter, an old man with a classic waiter outfit. Fifteen years later, I meet one of them in a Puerto Rican bar in Brooklyn. I didn’t remember him, but suddenly he told me he used to work a long time ago at La Bombonera. At that moment I recognized his face and his strong gaze. Now he lives in Brooklyn, NY and goes every afternoon to the same bar to talk with his friend. This is @alvarosski (from Puerto Rico) posting on Burn Diary