The fault was mine by have arrived just in time. An agitated and neurotic type took my arm as soon as he saw me arrive. There is a long queue of people waiting to sign them books, told me, while I took in pawned to a table full of specimens. I didn’t have time to see more, obnubilado by the rush and the compliment to my vanity. I had never imagined that my work on the acceleration of protons would have similar success. I started signing books like crazy.
A woman mayor came even with several volumes: this, for my cousin Conchi. The other, for Amparo. I was happy. Up to feverish. He wrote the dedications where told me, without looking at them, with my beaked letter from doctor and my illegible signature. Suddenly, a type of tail was to see me staring, by tipping the head with suspicion. You think a lot said aloud, but this man is not he.
This individual has supplanted Arguinano. Then everything happened at the same time. In the background, smiling, appeared the famous chef. Two booths beyond saw a poster with the call of my book in a completely empty stand. I turned the book that had in my hands and his title ended up completing the picture: kitchen Arguinano explained to the neophytes. He had just be my ephemeral moment of success. Pity that the success, in fact, was not mine. This story was a finalist in the national competition of Ultra short stories (2006) and was first published in the collective work clouds of paper (Ex Libris. Santander, 2006) and later in the story book nothing is what it seems (ENRIQUE ARIAS VEGA.-Ediciones Beta III Millennium-Bilbao-2008-211 pages.-12), which has been selected for the Setenil Award for the best book of stories published in Spain during 2008.