Bariloche
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The sun shone high above the Bariloche airport, of which only few insiders knew its pompous name of Teniente Luiz Candelaria International Airport.
The first flight of the day from the Airport of the City of Buenos Aires had just landed. Matías ran through the spacious lobby always under the watchful eye of his father. After a while the first passengers began to flow, particularly those who had checked no baggage and should not therefore expect upon its arrival at the conveyors. As the lobby began getting crowded Eduardo Bertoni called his son at his side.
“ Matu, stay with me. I do not want you to get lost among so many people. Let"s wait your uncle here.”
The child obeyed but with a little impatience. He wanted to know his mother´s only brother, although he knew h
