The flame and Diego agenda has several commitments ahead of that afternoon, so we said goodbye with the promise to meet again. While I get from the hotel, I think of the phrase of Match Point. That ball that hits the network, suspended in the air for a moment before deciding its destination. Diego Klein It seems to have learned to live right there, on the edge between fate and discipline, between chance and work. And maybe that mixture, more than any rankingit is the one that keeps it at stake. I get to my car and then the rain that I had been threatening throughout the afternoon finally yields.
The point of no return
The Condesa neighborhood wakes up slowly, as if the trees of Amsterdam street and the fresh morning breeze still resisted letting the weekend go. Just some early risers sweat discipline, while others walk their dogs dressed already for the office, with a tie or dressed as armor to face Monday. The terraces of the coffee shops are still half empty, and the smell of freshly baked bread sneaks between the streets.
In one of those coffee shops I am, American in hand and recorder ready, waiting for Diego Klein. The memory of our first date comes to mind: that afternoon in Polanco where I saw him surrender to the tennis court as if he played a life or death game. Today, on the other hand, the scenario is quieter: a coffee table, a breakfast for sharing, maybe a little time to speak without the pressure of the network and the points.
“Although it seems very relaxed, I am not. I am very controlling and for me each project is like a game: from casting to filming, everything I live as a competition.” Bomber Jacket and Tank Top, Amiri; pants, 1⁄8 takamura; Tennis, Vans MTE CrossPath XC; Jewelry and clock, Bvlgari.Alex Salinas
There are a few minutes for nine when I hear a cry that breaks with the silence of Colonia: “Hey, Galán!” I look up, more surprised by the irruption of a certain morning peace than for feeling alluded to, and I see it coming. Diego crosses the street with a light passage, jeans, sweatshirt and that frank smile so yours, accompanied by an energy that seems to be excessively loaded and that does not escape or at nine in the morning of that Monday. We greet each other as if we met years, although it is just the second time we agree. Firm hand, short hug and immediately the invitation: “There is a little place in front, better breakfast there,” he tells me. Live a few blocks from this point, so you know the memory zone.
