CHAPTER 4
THE NEW YORK BOYS couldn't disguise the enchantment with which they were taken when that Latin American brunette with abundant curly hair, body sculpted for sin and libidinous thoughts walked through the university corridors, as always, late for the next class.
Immersed in her thoughts, her route was invariably the same: from the bus at the entrance to the academic center and, from there, to the library. When, however, one of them, seized with sudden and stupid courage, approached her, he learned that she was studying theology. Now, if he really had the structure to sustain the dialogue, when examined by those perceptive brown eyes, and conditions to continue reasoning when she opened the charming smile, the candidate would soon have his spirit down, and his spirit would be completely desolate, when imagining himself in the middle of the desert of Africa or the Middle East excavating ancient cities.
Nicole Hulmann wanted to be a historian like her grandfather.
THE TALL, GRAY-SHAIRED TEACHER who was at the front of the classroom was waiting for an answer: some were pretending to consult their books, others were staring at the master in hopes of a verdict.
— Well, Professor — Nicole began — by what I think the recent discovery in Iraq proves that.
The teacher signaled for her to stop.
— It doesn't prove absolutely anything, Nicole... — interrupted the professor who in the last four years had seen his best student insist on the thesis that her grandfather defended that humanity is much older than that described in the Bible.
— I know that...
— Nick, I studied with your grandfather, we were friends and everyone here knows how brilliant you are as he is, don't end your life like he did with his...
She didn't understand that.
— What do you mean, professor?
Suddenly, the teacher realized that the girl knew nothing about her grandfather.
— It's just advice from someone who has a lot of heart for his future.
But that didn't go down well and the girl started to cry.
— I'm sorry, Nick, I thought you knew...
Like his family, no one there could understand what was going on in his heart.
I'm yet to prove him right...