My friend Marc When I was ten years I have to move on from Bellvitge to El Prat del Llobregat a village near the airport of Barcelona. I left my friends and my home so when I came here my first feeling was to be lonely. We are still living in this community which have a courtyard where we used to play. One afternoon I decided that I had to know friends, the idea was to play football with someone and then make friends. This afternoon when I was playing football with my cousin Marc appeared asking for join to our game, since this time we knew we would be best friends. The first curiosity of our relationship was how we met, we haven't got Ethernet yet and mobile phones were very expensive for us so the solution was solved with a loud screech, his window is to far from mine, may be fifty meters the consequences was that we get up all the neighbourhood, but then after all he open his window and show his fair hair, I can say that this makes me happy. Marc loves playing basketball it was his weakness. I remember every summer Marc and his father put a small basket, this was like ooouuuh we can play basketball, it was really fun. I would like to talk more about Marc, we love him. Sometimes there are people which you feel a connection, Marc was one of them, He was like the father of our neighbourhood and we loved him, playing football with bicycles, declarations of love, love, football, basketball, tennis, play with sheeting, try to escape and a lot of things that are easy to remember a many things that I did with this guy. I hope your smile last in our hearts, I miss you man. Dani