an uncanny story

This is a true story but in order to protect the identities of the people who lived THESE/THOSE facts I changed the names of the persons and places.

The facts happened A few years ago, when I was studying a “post graduado” at the University of Barcelona. Half of the students were foreigners; two Germans, one French, one Italian, and five or six people from SOUTH AMERICA/ SOUTH AMERICAN countries. Two of them from Bolivia, Geraldo and Juan Pedro became my friends.
I remember it was on the 1st of January 2002 when things happened. Gerardo, Juan Pedro and I decided to go for a walk ALONG the Rambles quite late in the day. We had celebrated THE END OF YEAR 2001 with some other friends the night before and we went TO bed very late after having drunk and eaten a lot. So we thought a walk WOULD be appropriate to wake up a little and feel our stomachs a BIT better. So we left home about 8 PM (Gerardo, Juan Pedro and I were sharing a flat in Gracia, in Marià Cubí street, next to Gala Placidia square) and went walking to the Rambles de Catalunya
I didn’t know very much about my friends’ previous life in Bolivia. At that time, we were enjoying life as students and WE didn’t speak much about our respective liVES life and jobs before starting the post graduaTE WORK. Gerardo was in his early thirties like ME myself and Juan Pedro was a bit younger, about 27 or 28 years old. I knew that both of them had a GRANT from a private founds to study in Spain, and they will probably asked for another one so that they could study a Ph.D. Once our studies finished, we knew that every one WOULD turn(0) back to the competitive working life.
So that day, once on the Rambles, we crossed with very few people in comparison with another day at that same time, but we were on the first of January and most people were at home. It was really nice in fact to be able to have a walk along the Rambles without STEPPING continuously INTO PEOPLE coming from the front way. We were almost mid way going down the Rambles when we met a couple who WERE going up TOWARDS Plaça Catalunya. I had never seen them before but Gerardo did. He and the man and woman stopped briefly to say hello. It was enough time for me to look discreetly at the woman. She was about 25 years old, with a very long dark hair and BRIGHT brown eyes, quite pretty indeed even if a bit too much sophisticated to my taste as many Latin American women usUALLY ARE use to be. I can’t remember the tone of their GREETING for it had been so quick and I was absorbed inTO other(0) considerations, but I didn’t notice anything IN particular. And we continued our own way down to Cristobal Colom’s statue. A few seconds later when the couple was WERE far away from us, Gerardo said in A low and slow voice as if he was speaking to himself: “I can’t believe it, she is my girl friend in La Paz and I'VE just met her here in Barcelona with another man!” Juan Pedro and I DID NOT dare(0) I dared not say anything. What could we have said to our friend?