There are two things I remember: the smell of glue and bitumen that impregnated my sense of smell as soon as I entered the house and seeing how Mr. Tomás was missing a leg. My curious eyes, no matter how much I was scolded by my mother for my indiscretion, could not fail to see it:

Tomas is a timeless character that probably exists in every culture. I enjoyed your descriptions of him, and in this part in particular, the character shines through:

"This leg I lost because I faced a tiger. That battle was terrible. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. I pulled out knives and pistols, but the tiger, who knew nothing about knives and pistols, would pounce on me with fangs bigger than compai Martin. I lost my leg, but the tiger lost his tail". -Because it's better to lose a leg than to lose a tail,” said Mr. Tomás, and everyone laughed and said yes.

It may not even be a true tale, but he makes it come alive with humour, and you narrated it very craftily. Well done!