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Today @galenkp made me remember the only slap I appreciate ureceived in my life and believe that it was by mistake and also generated a famous fight between teenagers that had neither head nor tail.
To put it in context, it happened in the second half of the 70's in Cuba. That's why I can't show you any pictures, as these were taken on specific occasions.
At that time, fashion was quite homogeneous; we all wore the same type of clothes because of the economic shortages, we were practically uniformed.
Generally we all got together wherever there was a party; during the vacation season, each town had its own festivities. The event I am telling you happened one evening in July, in the amphitheater a very famous Irakere group would perform, which was led by the now famous pianist Chucho Valdes.
My mother allowed me to go because there were some neighbors who were already 20 years old and very responsible, so they were the leaders of a group of more than 10 young people of 15 and 16 years old.
We were chatting animatedly while we were leaving the concert and suddenly, a girl from the neighborhood, called Migda, approached us. She was a well-known girl, kind-hearted and, above all, a dear friend of our circle.
Carlitos, my neighbor, his sister and I had gone away to buy some refreshments and according to Migda, who had recently ended her relationship with my neighbor, asked who was with Carlos and jokingly told him it was the girl for whom she had been dumped.
No one knew that she had seen that girl at the concert, who was tall like me, with long hair and unfortunately chose the same combination of clothes as me, for that day 🥲.
No one imagined that Migda caught between anger and confusion, decided that she had to defend her honor and without thinking or looking came abruptly and slapped me.
We were all shocked. The slap was a mistake, of course, but that didn't make it any less surprising. Migda, in tears, hugged me and of course I was stunned, trying to understand what had happened.
The group saw this and began to complain to the girl who had played the joke, some justifying it and others attacking her, the situation became tense, and our friends began to argue heatedly.
In the midst of pushing and shouting, the confusion grew and a policeman arrived, Migda who was a girl older than me and very dear to my mother went with me to the house, when we arrived we did not comment anything, although I was very upset.
In the meantime, our friends forgot the argument and explained to the policeman what had happened, when they didn't see me they got scared and arrived at my house in the police car, and that's when the second part was formed, now with the parents as judges.
In the end, after several exchanges of words and more than one misunderstanding, we all ended up punished for weeks.
Today, whenever they recall that anecdote, my friends laugh out loud. Meanwhile, I can only remember the slap ... it hurt.
And although, everyone has fun remembering that unpleasant episode, I was left with a little fear of being slapped and being mistaken.
That experience taught us several lessons,
1, you can not make jokes in bad taste, because they can be misinterpreted and generate unexpected situations.
2You cannot act on impulse, we have to learn to control ourselves.
3When we are in uniform we have to be attentive because we can be confused.
Thanks for reading and commenting.
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I used the translator DeepL