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Windows to reality
Every two or three days I used to see them, that couple of flattened squares of him. Summer or winter, no matter, he always wear those little windows to reality over his nose. With them he saw beautiful wonders, but he faced bad and sad things, too. Two distinct elements fused as one single. That’s the story of my uncle Ruben and his loved aviator sunglasses. He used them since I have memory. It seems like he always had them. It seems like always been there, over his nose. As inseparable friends, it was impossible to think of my uncle without thinking in their sunglasses or vice versa. Every birthday, every Christmas, in all the celebrations my uncle’s sunglasses were present. Those sunglasses were here, were there, as watching us, as part of the family. In the golden anniversary of my grandparents the sunglasses observed us from the pocket of my uncle´s shirt. Indeed, the shirt´s pocket was the second favorite place of them. When they weren’t in the pocket is because they were protecting my uncle’s eyes, covering them. This pair of sunglasses has accompanied me on many special moments. My uncle took them every one of my birthdays. I still remember that time when he even gave me a pair of sunglasses. A pair of aviator style sunglasses. That present was my way of be connected in a very new way to my uncle. I used them daily; I used it until it broke (yes, that was sad). Those sunglasses were part of my uncle, and my uncle was part of the sunglasses. Guess, who was the perfect companion for my uncle, for family roasts in sunny days? Yes, that metal frame with little windows similar to fly eyes. Roasting beef, preparing paella, playing soccer or monopoly, the normal fact is to see my uncle Ruben with sunglasses. But his favorite situation for use them is in every poker play. As he says ¨Excellent glasses for an excellent player¨, and there we had a poker face for all the game. He has lost his glasses only a few times. However, he always recovers them. Years have passed and my uncle´s enjoyment for their aviator sunglasses is not gone. It seems that it has become more jealous of their tradition of carrying with him that accessory to cover his eyes. Undoubtedly, the sunglasses are part of my uncle’s personality and all other people associate it with him. For this and more, those sunglasses are one of the most prized possessions of my uncle Ruben.
