I decided to leave Nathan in Berlin, after meeting Antonio.  I don’t think Nathan knew, but I believe it’s because he chose not to notice.  Antonio was Nathan’s colleague, before he was my lover.  He was born in Madrid, but lived primarily in Argentina.  His academic specialty examined how the communist economies in Latin America had suffered following the fall of the iron curtain.  That’s how he ended up there with us in Berlin, but not how I fell so easily from Nathan to Antonio.  I think initially it was the feel of him.  What I mean is that Antonio brought the heat with him, the pulsating rhythm of the south.  At that point, feeling the chill of the eastern front, Antonio reminded me of home.  And now, I remembered, I was homesick.   

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