He learned to say “Me llamo Marco y soy programador, pero también aprendo español.” He said it to the barista at the café downstairs. The barista didn’t just nod—she asked, “¿De qué programa?” He didn’t understand the reply, but he understood the tone: friendly.

Yo también existo. I exist, too.

The unit on la casa came with a diagram of a cluttered apartment. He pointed to his own leaking faucet. “El grifo está roto.” He marched downstairs, knocked on the abuela’s door, and said, “Perdona, el grifo… en mi piso… está roto. ¿Ayuda?”