👩🏻‍⚖️ Ma meilleure amie.

"Write about your best friend."

"Je vais te soutenir, on est de la meme famille," Xinis said. I'll be with you; we're from the same family. 

    Today's story is about; how I met my best friend and how she's behind several of the most impressive projects I have right now.

    I don't quite remember the day or even the month we talked for the first time. However, I remember the French name of the group, which was "Vie Français." The posts we used to debate there were about the anthropology of religion, geopolitics, and experiences abroad. The rules to get into were simple. Everyone had to speak French at a B1 level minimum and know how to argue. Our Facebook profile picture should be clear and bright, and our name must be in a Latin-based alphabet —mainly because not many people understood Chinese or Russian. We were though with the new ones.

    One day, I posted a dramatic photo of Gabon's flag on the group. I asked for information about its typical food, customs, and Modus Operandi. After a dozen comments, Xinis appeared, shared her knowledge of the country, and gave her opinion. "I think Cameroon is more exciting than Gabon." After five minutes, she wrote another comment below her previous one: I would be interested in discovering what you feel about DRC and RC. Did you know that Kinshasa and Brazzaville are the world's closest capitals? Send me a message if you want to discuss it. I did it the following day.

    Seven hours of Jet Lag —"décalage horaire"—separated Mexico from Switzerland. Thankfully, the message I sent was early in the morning, and she was eating lunch at the time. We both presented ourselves and said what we loved doing. sWe stood sending messages for about an hour until she asked me if I wanted to do a video call in the coming days. For the first time in a while, I wasn't proposing the following plans. I was stuck. I recognize she did every step, sweat, and smooth. 

    Our video calls had been something unique and passionate since then. No offenses to our ideology, no corrections, no rudeness or bad words—in French, we've got numerous. I still love the way our initial call lasted more than one hour and thirty minutes. We focused on learning, more than showing the other off, and that particular feeling made us close, and most importantly, made us friends. Subsequently, we started asking the other for tips and tricks in every aspect of our life, like school, food, and clothing.

    The funniest thing we've done together was becoming vegetarians. After a month and six kilograms less, I quit. I'm the thinnest guy in my village, and without those extra pounds, I could disappear. Surprisingly, she's still doing the challenge. Xinis embraced and liked the challenge. Otherwise, my perfect excuse was saying that in my country, every meal has meat on it and that I couldn't change my mother's recipes. The most ironic part of this story is that we haven't met yet. But we will. We know that.

Xinis , if you ever read this, I sent you a great hug. "Te quiero mucho."

Onward...