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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 9, Página 24
One
of
my
strongest
memories
is
coming
back
West
from
school
at
Christmas.
Those
going
farther
than
Chicago
met
at
the
Union
Station
at
six
o’clock.
We
said
quick
goodbyes
to
Chicago
friends.
I
remember
the
girls’
fur
coats
and
their
frozen
breath.
We
waved
to
old
friends
and
talked
about
parties.
We
held
our
long
green
tickets
in
gloved
hands.
The
train
cars
looked
cheerful
like
Christmas
next
to
the
gate.
When
we
left
into
the
winter
night,
our
snow
began
to
show
beside
us.
The
lights
of
small
Wisconsin
stations
went
by.
The
air
felt
sharp
and
wild.
We
took
deep
breaths
as
we
walked
back
from
dinner
through
the
cold.
We
felt
connected
to
this
country
for
one
strange
hour
before
we
became
part
of
it
again.
That’s
my
Middle
West—not
the
wheat
or
prairies,
but
the
exciting
trains
of
my
youth.
I
remember
the
street
lamps
and
sleigh
bells
in
the
dark
and
the
holly
shadows
on
the
snow.
I
am
part
of
that,
feeling
a
little
serious
from
the
long
winters.
I
grew
up
in
the
Carraway
house
in
a
city
where
houses
still
have
family
names.
I
see
now
this
story
is
about
the
West.
Tom,
Gatsby,
Daisy,
Jordan,
and
I
were
all
Westerners.
Maybe
we
couldn’t
fit
into
Eastern
life.
Even
when
the
East
excited
me,
even
when
I
thought
it
was
better
than
the
towns
beyond
Ohio,
it
always
seemed
strange
to
me.
West
Egg
is
still
in
my
dreams.
I
see
it
as
a
night
scene
with
many
houses
under
a
dark
sky
and
a
dull
moon.
Four
serious
men
in
suits
walk
on
the
sidewalk
with
a
stretcher.
A
woman
in
a
white
dress
lies
on
it.
Her
hand
hangs
down,
shining
with
jewels.
The
men
turn
into
a
house—the
wrong
house.
But
no
one
knows
the
woman’s
name,
and
no
one
cares.
After
Gatsby’s
death,
the
East
felt
strange
to
me.
So
when
the
blue
smoke
of
leaves
was
in
the
air,
and
the
wind
blew
the
wet
laundry
on
the
line,
I
decided
to
go
back
home.
There
was
one
thing
to
do
before
I
left,
something
awkward
and
unpleasant.
But
I
wanted
things
in
order.
I
saw
Jordan
Baker
and
talked
about
what
happened
to
us
and
to
me.
She
listened
quietly
in
a
big
chair.
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