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My grandfather’s study

There was always something funny when I was visiting my grandparents’ house, like there were two completely different worlds. There was the house, where my parents and my uncles hang out, and then there was the Study, my grandpa’s study to be precise. This was another world, another universe if I might add. It had a different vibe, something you couldn´t feel anywhere else as if it had some extraordinary things to teach you. I don´t know if it was, the long, full and never ending bookshelf with thousands of stories, the towers of discs and casets, or the smell of paper and cigarettes. I don´t know what it was but I knew that whatever secrets or knowledge it was holding I wanted to discover them.  It might sound silly or funny that a 10 year old boy could be so fascinated about something like that, my cousins didn´t like it the way my brother and I did, that´s why we were always there with my grandfather, waiting impatiently wiggling our legs on the couch facing to his desk just to hear what clever and new thing he would teach us that day, the 50´s, 60´s, 70´s, and 80´s, oh my, they flew by and in such detail you might as well have been there. My grandfather thought us how to play chess, “A king´s game” he used to say, also dominoes if I recall, he always made us feel at home and grown up, as if he was the only one that could satisfied our hunger for knowledge, even at that age. My grandfather was a really wise and smart man but he knew how to have fun once in a while, nothing compares to the face of my grandmother when she saw my grandfather teach me and my brother how to use an air rifle in the yard, but we didn´t really care and I could tell my grandpa didn´t either, I like to think he enjoyed those moments and seeing him smile was quite a sight. I never met a smarter man than my grandfather he made everything look easy as if quantum physics and chemistry was something a 5 year old could learn, and all of that was in his study, even after he passed you could feel it, no one really ever understood why I liked that room so much but it was the only place and my grandpa was the only person who really knew how my mind works.