Jumps in the Void

Weeks ago, I was in my hometown. I was talking to my father: books, films, the passage of time, grandparents. Suddenly he told me: “Tell me about you. How are you?” It was weird: he never asks such questions. We keep a gentlemanly discretion that prevents us from asking for details. I told him: “I don’t know. I haven’t spent more than two weeks in a row at my house since January.” I listed cities: Madrid, Cadiz, A Coruña, Cartagena de Indias, Sa…