Yasmin's story – 1989 +Over the years, the room that the two sisters shared upstairs in their old wooden farmhouse had acquired a different status in the spirit of Eva. It becomes the precious object of memories, where private conversations and dreams were once revealed. Eva gazed wistfully at a faded-colored portrait of the two sisters' smiling faces. As teenagers, they had been complicit in following the intrepid adventures of Don Quixote de la Mancha and his sidekick, Sancho Penza, by reading about their travels across the country. world in their unsuccessful efforts to revive chivalry. This made them wonder what the world outside their village might be like. They read Lolita in Spanish, trying to imagine the magnitude of a man's love. They read Miss Jean Brodie's The First in Spanish and wondered who would betray them in life? They rejoice at Doña Barbara's exploits and wonder if it is possible to hate this deeply. All these questions would be answered during their lifetime. Eva was three years older. She had long, unruly black hair amid delicate features and a shifty smile. Shy and quiet, and as fragile as fine china, but his personality clashed with a resilience and inner strength that betrayed his delicate appearance. Yasmin was fiery and impulsive, but her most notable attribute was her exceptional beauty. Her chaste face had so enchanted the local artists that they copied her face in the paintings of the little virgins that they sold on street corners. She looked neither like her parents nor even her sister Eva, although she had inherited her grandmother's remarkable eyes and creamy complexion. Her ambitions and dreams made her difficult to understand with the other girls middle of paper...... in the end, Tano expertly deflowered the girl, who until now was a virgin, fully hoping to marry her love d 'childhood. Tano had experience in this area and knew exactly how to keep his mind at ease. “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it, mi reina?” Tano said looking at her. What did you do to me? "Calm down! I don't remember forcing you." "Get away from me!" She raised her arm to slap his face, but he caught it before it reached his target. He knew she was worried. , angry and euphoric at the same time. It wasn't the first time he had deflowered a virgin. Her cynical attitude found her stupid and uninteresting. Yet he couldn't deny that he was. touched by her beauty and by the way she had given in so easily to him, this girl was not shy, she was real and she was going to enjoy his pleasures..