April 27, 1933 —
I was walking through a nearby shopping mall when I noticed a man who looked awfully familiar. I stopped and asked if he dances tango. He said he does, although it’s been a while since he has gone to Lo de Celia. He recognized me from the milonga. Aldo introduced himself and invited me to sit down for a chat. He goes to people-watch in the mall. I went back hoping to find him today so I could wish him a happy birthday, but he wasn’t there.