Since I was born I have a big memory that I always remember with joy and is it the image of my grandpa sitting on his big chair smocking his red Marlboro cigarettes that he keeps on his left side shirt pocket, sometimes he didn’t have enough money to buy them so he used to get some of it from my uncles and aunts, to hit the way and walk until it was night and a new day; between the agriculture and his very poor but nice village he rather stay in that small town and enjoy his life there. Sometimes when he felt like he had nowhere to go to get some food he arrived at my grandma´s house to get some meal, after that he goes to the big backyard, lay downs the big bed that is back there, turns on a cigarette and passes one hour thinking about what he has or hasn´t done during the day and after that he goes to work to the agriculture field near the village just some blocks away from my grandmother’s house. But what I most remember of him is when I was sitting on the living room and I hear some whistles I know that my grandpa is approaching because every time he is whistling, and his outfit it´s an old shoes that he wears ever since I remember, his blue jeans, plaid shirt and the same dirty hat all the time that I see him he has that hat. He never shaves his beard and years have gone by that disheveled beard full of gray hair. Some people that he doesn´t speak that much because he had an ugly love story related with his girlfriend death, some others say that he survived from dying electrocuted so certainly I don´t what’s going on inside his mind but there´s one thing I know for sure, there´s no day that goes by that he doesn´t have his pack of red Marlboro cigarettes to have a good time with himself after a hard life that may suffer and will keep in his memory for the rest of his life, but in the meanwhile every time I remember him I don’t forget his cigarettes that makes him who he is and will prevail meanwhile I see him alive for the rest of my life by thinking how much he has done for everyone in the family.