The two brothers

Luis had always felt a void in his heart since his older brother, Javier, decided to leave for America in search of new opportunities. The news came like a bolt from the blue on a spring morning while they were returning along the path that led to the fountain, after having left the sheep grazing in a meadow. It was then that Javier, with a serious but determined expression, told him that after much reflection, he had made a decision that would change their lives forever.
“Luison, I’m going to America,” announced Javier with a mix of excitement and sadness in his voice.
Luis looked at him, surprised, and without thinking twice replied, “I want to go with you.” The idea of separating from his brother filled him with unease and seemed unbearable.
Javier smiled, but his gaze reflected concern.
“It’s not an easy journey, brother. Everyone who leaves says that America is a place full of opportunities, but many don’t come back. I don’t want you to take risks with me.”
“But I can’t stay here knowing you’re going alone,” insisted Luis, feeling how determination grew within him. “We’ve always been together; why should it be different now? I want to go with you,” he replied again.
Javier sighed and shook his head.
“No, Luison. You must stay here. Our parents are older and the house won’t take care of itself. They need your help.”
“But…” Luis began, feeling frustration grow at his brother's determination. “We’ve always been together. Why should it be different now?”
Javier looked at him firmly:
“Because it’s the right thing to do. There are responsibilities here. They need you more than I do at this moment.”
Luis felt a knot in his stomach upon hearing his brother's words. He knew he was right, but the thought of losing him was heartbreaking.
“I don’t want to stay here without you,” he finally said, his voice trembling—and moving closer to him, he hugged his brother tightly. Javier responded by embracing him back with strength.
“I promise I will do everything possible to make my fortune and return one day. But right now, your place is here. Take care of our parents and keep our house standing.”
With tears in his eyes, despite himself, Luis nodded; although he understood why he had to stay, the void left by Javier would be hard to bear.
“Alright,” murmured Luis in the end. “I will do what I have to do… and I promise everything will be well taken care of when you return.”
On the day of Javier's departure, the two brothers took the train to Vigo, heading together towards the city port. There, amidst the bustle and excitement of travelers, Javier prepared to embark for America. They said goodbye at the port with a long hug and a bittersweet smile that concealed both sadness and hope.
Javier took Luis's hands and promised him that he would return soon. With that promise, Javier headed towards the ship, the Alcántara, which proudly waved the English flag. Luis watched as his brother climbed up the gangway surrounded by other passengers sharing their uncertain fate.

The Alcántara was a majestic transatlantic liner of the English company Mala, which operated between Southampton and Buenos Aires. As Javier ascended the gangway of the ship, disappearing inside, with his black cap and the wooden suitcase containing the little he had for the journey, Luis felt a deep mixture of pride and melancholy.
Inside the Alcántara, Javier settled into third class for his journey to America alongside four hundred other passengers—all with similar dreams and hopes.
Luis remained at the dock until the ship set sail and watched as the transatlantic vessel slowly drifted away. The image of his brother disappearing among the crowd aboard the ship was etched in his memory. His brother was venturing into the unknown while he stayed at the port feeling that part of himself also departed for those distant lands.
Although he knew that the road would be long and full of uncertainties for Javier, Luis kept in his heart for many years the promise of his return and eagerly awaited the day their paths would cross again.
However, months turned into years, and letters exchanged between the two brothers since Alcántara's arrival in America became increasingly scarce until one day they stopped coming altogether.

THE LETTERS
At first, letters became rays of light in Luis's life. Every time the postman appeared at his door, his heart raced anxiously waiting for news from his brother. In his missives, Javier recounted how he had arrived in Buenos Aires describing the journey on Alcántara and how excited he felt stepping onto solid ground in that new city. The streets were filled with people and local food aromas enveloped him creating a vibrant atmosphere that fascinated him.
With determination, Javier began looking for work and after several days of effort managed to secure a job at a small grocery store. His letters were filled with hope and ambition reflecting his decision to build a new life in this distant land. With each new letter, Javier's enthusiasm and dreams became more evident; he shared experiences about America: bustling cities, diverse people he met along with seemingly endless opportunities.
Luis responded with stories about life in their village narrating anecdotes about home and neighbors. He told how their parents adapted to their eldest son's absence while trying to keep everything in order himself. Through these letters both brothers kept alive their connection despite being separated by distance.
Over time though letters began arriving less frequently. At first they received letters from Javier every three months but after a year his words became shorter and less detailed.
He spoke about work challenges but also mentioned how busy he was and how life in America was harder than he had imagined. Luis felt a pang of worry reading between lines; something wasn’t right.
Finally, the letters stopped coming. The wait became agonizing. Luis looked at the mailbox every day, hoping to find new news, but only found silence. He wondered if his brother was okay or if he had encountered difficulties he couldn’t share. In his desperation, he began writing to him, sending letters to his last address, asking for news and expressing his desire for him to be well and return. He told him about the small moments of daily life: family laughter, simple celebrations, and how their parents missed Javier more than ever. But those letters went unanswered.
Luis decided to ask friends and acquaintances if they had heard from Javier or knew anything about him in America. However, each attempt seemed to lead him to a dead end. The uncertainty grew like a dark shadow in his heart. Every time he heard the sound of a plane flying over his house or saw someone with a suitcase, his heart raced. Luis longed to receive news from his brother, but the reality was that he knew nothing about him. He had tried to seek information through friends and acquaintances, but all paths seemed to lead nowhere.
As time passed, the lack of communication became an unbearable weight for Luis. The letters had been his vital connection with his brother Javier; but now that connection had completely faded away. Despite the pain and anguish he felt from not knowing anything about his brother, he carefully kept each letter in a special box as a tangible reminder of the bond they shared.
As the years went by, Luis always held onto the hope that one day he would receive news from Javier; perhaps an unexpected letter would arrive in the mailbox or he might even meet face-to-face with him again. That hope was what kept alive the memory of his brother in his mind while he continued caring for their home and waiting for his return.
Although he learned to adapt to life without Javier, his absence always weighed on his heart. He dedicated himself to taking care of his parents and the family estate, and over time met Ana, the widow of Esparraguesas, a young woman from the village who shared his passion for home and family values. They quickly fell in love and married in a simple yet emotional ceremony surrounded by friends and family.
Ana became a new pillar in Luis's life, providing support and companionship as they faced everyday challenges together—all while keeping alive the hope that one day Javier would return. Soon children arrived. First came Sofía, a curious girl full of energy who filled the house with laughter. Then came Mateo, a quiet boy who always seemed to be observing the world with wonder.
Luis and Ana worked hard to raise their children with love and teachings about the importance of family and hard work. Years passed and life continued its course. Luis worked diligently to maintain their home and ensure that his children had opportunities he hadn’t had himself. Despite constant work, he always found time to play with them in the garden or read them stories before bed.
However, every time he looked at the starry sky at night, part of him still hoped for news from Javier. The letters never arrived; silence became deafening over time. But Luis never stopped dreaming of the day when his brother would return.
One day, when the children climbed up to rummage through the attic of their house, Mateo found a box with old photos which he brought to his father. As they looked through them, a childhood photo with his brother appeared. Luis felt a pang in his heart and decided to tell his children about Javier's dreams and how he had left for that land full of promises.
He told them about times when he and his brother sat by the window in their shared bedroom looking at stars and dreaming of adventures and success that awaited in distant lands that his brother spoke about. Sofía looked at her father with bright eyes: “Can we go look for him one day?” she asked, imagining her adventurous uncle in faraway lands.
Luis smiled melancholically at his daughter's innocent question. "Maybe one day," he replied softly. "But for now, we have to take care of our home and our family." Time and life continued on their path hand in hand. As an old man, on his deathbed, just before crossing the threshold, Luis remembered his parents and left hoping to see them again.
When he found himself in that place we do not know, Luis realized that there were people around him speaking in very diverse ways. Gradually, he learned that some were Arabs, others Hindus, and even a Chinese man approached him and greeted him. Although the man with slanted eyes and yellowish skin spoke to him in Mandarin, Luis understood what he was saying: "Are you as surprised as I am? This place is not like what our monks tell us," he said.
“Luison,” he heard someone calling his name from behind him, and when he turned around, he came face to face with his brother. “But what are you doing here?”
“Didn’t you know? I’ve been dead for over forty years.”
“I always thought you were alive!” exclaimed Luis. The two looked into each other’s eyes, and unable to contain their emotions, they rushed towards each other and embraced tightly, merging into one being. Laughter erupted from their lips as they recalled the mischief of their childhood—the adventures they had shared in their hometown.
“I can’t believe you’re here!” exclaimed Luis as they pulled back a little to look at each other better. Javier smiled; his eyes sparkled with the same mischievous glint he had always possessed.
“And I can’t believe how much you’ve grown,” Javier replied, joking about how thin Luis had been in his youth. They began reminiscing about their wildest plans when they were children: escapades to the river, games in the fields, and the pranks they used to play on the neighbors. They promised to be together again and cause mischief like in the old days.
“Do you remember that time we tried to build a raft and ended up soaked?” laughed Javier.
“Yes! And Mom scolded us so much that we thought we’d never get out of the house again,” Luis replied between laughs.
Days after Luis's death, Ana, the widow of Esparraguesas, approached Garbancito's house with a container of quince paste that she made at home, and explained that since her husband’s death, the chickens had been running wildly through the garden, the sheep wandered off alone to graze by the fountain meadow, and the picture frame with her mother-in-law's photo—which her husband had despised—had fallen to the ground and broken; she begged Garbancito that if he dreamed of Luis, he should ask him if he had anything to do with these and other bizarre events that had started happening in the house since he left.