Today have given the Nobel Prize for Literature to Mario Vargas Llosa , the most unexpected news that I remember expected. We do 13 years in the newspaper in January preparing for this moment, anticipating special coverage, false starts, several submissions ... and the day when that occurs we are left speechless. It was the Swede said "Magic Vagas Llosa," was repeated a server and remain paralyzed for a minute the seven or eight of us in the digital central table. It was so believable that we could not believe. Then react and think the coverage has been great. Vargas Llosa writes in our daily We've done the best tribute we have seen today in the world web .
And now over to the individual collective self-aggrandizement. I have been fortunate to deal with in four or five times with Vargas Llosa and Eskup've written for the network of El País, 15 text messages, supports maximum 280 characters, telling some stories that I lived with the writer. Would link to my Eskup, but if I write something then going to miss this story, so the copy for you. Pardon the language, but it is hard to adjust to such a strict metric.
1. Vargas Llosa on . I have been fortunate to deal with Mario Vargas Llosa several times and circumstances varied. So I have compiled a small personal anecdote about the Nobel. Attentive, I start with the stories.
2. Conversation in the Cathedral . Vargas Llosa met in the cathedral of Burgos. He walked with his wife and admiring the temple said, "is dazzling." As I approached a good pathological liar and told him I liked his books. I attended with his usual kindness ...
3. The gas can ... [habitual because then I checked], thanked me and to my surprise, began to tell me that he had crashed the car on a highway in Burgos and had to walk by the roadside a few miles to the nearest gas station ..
4. Juan Cruz, the omni-present. saw that the man I spoke confidently told him it was a relative of Juan Cruz, then its editor. Mario and Patricia erupted in laughter. "Where does not get Juan Cruz sent an emissary," said the writer.
5. Lardhy cooked. The next time that I met with Vargas Llosa has a date: March 12, 2000. That day, the one in which Aznar won an absolute majority, I sneaked to eat a cooked Lardhy with the writer. And her son, Álvaro ...
6. Reasoned support. Vargas Llosa was very pleased by the imminent triumph of the PP, party that had supported. Aznar defended not as a hooligan, but a reasonable way: by appealing to the economic achievements of the then minister, Rodrigo Rato. I almost convinced ...
7. A look at the airport. Again I had to go to look at Barajas. I cleaned my old Polo, usually unpresentable, and I started to pick it up. A last option editorial hour the thought, with good reason, he deserved a better reception and ended up accompanying a driver in a Mercedes ...
8. A simple type. Honestly, I do not have cared a damn ride in my car. I get the impression that it is a very simple in a world of soaring egos. And if not, it conceals very well, which is a sign of great intelligence ...
9 ... and a guy who listens. But what I admired about him four or five times I've tried is that you listen. I hear what you tell him and whoever you are, you listen. Or at least, pretend, which is appreciated.
10. Reshuffle. Well, all that went with the driver at the airport and then not fit all the luggage they brought him and his wife in the car. So Patricia was in the Mercedes and I took a taxi with Mario. What is spoken in a taxi with Vargas Llosa? ...
11. In the taxi ... as for example, football, universal and inexhaustible subject. Some writers, including Nobel, have the same passions and interests that ordinary people, although their ideas are often more interesting. Played that day, coincidentally, the Madrid and Barcelona ...
12. To the Bernabeu. "There can be a bad match," said Mario. And half wrong, because it was regular. We were lucky to see it in the field, with two entries that gave us Alfaguara, who never appreciated enough that detail. So we went to the field ...
13. Around the country ... still just shocked because ETA exploded a car bomb there. We were wrong door and had to turn back the stadium. He put his hand on the shoulder and said, "You lead me." And so I led the way and he was responding to those who greeted ...
14. "Don Pedro Vargas." The last obstacle before reaching the seat was a guy from a local television that brought the artichoke and said "Don Pedro Vargas Llosa!". "It must be my brother," Mario replied, "to tell him something out." And is that the party had begun ...
15. And goal by Raul ... and we arrived just to see a goal by Raul. Madrid, were different times, qualified for the Champions League final but could not figure out if Mario was with whites or with the club. Just roll and summarize with what I said: A single laureate who will listen.
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