Brazilian Wax For Men Columbus

Mixed Candy

(Utopia evolutionary 10 chapters)

by Fernando Callero / 1998-2000

This is the first novel I wrote, between 1988 and 2000. At first I focused on the narrative in a drawing that later led to the basic story is the story of L and his escape. A sort of imaginary reconstruction of a fact exposed the way in which someone explain graphics intetaría an accident. This distraction led to a series of adventures that were then crossed with other, linked to other hero who is the salesman. While I believe that L does come first to win the role. Hope you have fun, because it has no other purpose than that.

Intro

Open your eyes. Alive. The following is the plaster wet jeans and a dead weight to the stomach. Touch a mop of hair and straight down the slope of a partition. Is sufficient to complete the image in your mind and in seconds the whole complex mechanism of memory triggers a simultaneous moviola to vomit in its history. With this brilliant treasure as compressed map a meager mental taper back to life, that is forgotten. What happens from now on is another story.

1. L in the sand tracks am Friday A roar of engines suddenly burst from the right. The shock will start a pain that spreads like a warning from the neck to the extremities. The paralysis stops and refocuses. Two DR and a passing Jeep on the road to the ski arena. Slowly incorporated ensuring that the body of the girl does not hit the rocks and back into the hole accommodate his body left on the ground. To the end of the road and the dunes are cut at a point several vehicles parked in a circle. Reaches one of the Jeeps. A distorted voice gives the temperature at the radio: "... 32 degrees, the wind chill is 39 degrees in the city of Santa Fe Arriving at quarter past six ..." It gets behind the wheel and instinctively lights a cigarette hung out to dry wet on the board. The first puff will flood the lungs leaving a bitter aftertaste in the throat. Eyes are lit for the first time takes into account the infinite sky, unmarked, barely disturbed by the profile of the bridge to the far more elusive in the corner. Run the engine and will meet with the body. The rise in difficulty throwing it over the back seat, then across a table to prevent slipping and returns to the wheel. In the mirror he sees three guys that just slide down the slope of the dune leave their tables and running toward the Jeep. Gives a U-turn and lost by raising a thick curtain of dust. Run up the slope of the road and on reaching the middle of the bridge stops. Drops to concrete balcony of one of the arches of the structure dating back to the hearing, the right bank. Attentive to the movements of the group of surfers is that some continue to slide, others seem to argue with the Jeeps. Try to keep the exact angle that allows you to see without being seen. The concrete wall remains hidden car. Back to the car and put glasses. The sun begins to burn climbing the muddy back the islands. It has a schematic plan sketch runs almost without regard to its purpose: to raise the body, depositing it over the railing and drop. And it does so. The body is kept in suspense a few seconds, bends, gives a complete turnaround in the gap and dives with a dull splash in a pool. Must hasten to leave the car. A Jeep and a DR are rapidly shortening the distance. Discard the idea to continue walking and driving again. In seconds, reaches the end of the bridge and cross to hand down the slope of a yacht club. Hide the car under the bridge and leaves. It starts and gets her clothes made a roll in a drum of waste. Puts on clean shorts and a T-shirt he found in the Jeep. Run up the opposite slope and sneaks into traffic that is already beginning to flow into the avenue of the city center. For a remis and disappears.

2. A familiar face to T pm on Thursday, the girl walking along the coast have the river and a strip of clear sky in the background. Her graceful figure, seated on a thick platform sneakers, is framed with car traffic on one side and a low fence on the other pipe. The following describes an arc around the curved contour of the road and protects the fall down the slope concrete that goes into the water. This afternoon the sun appears behind the port silos dyed pink strands of scattered clouds. The first car lights flashing make a tracing fluoride in a pocket of his backpack, shoes and reflective wires walkman. Look at his watch repeatedly trying to find the angle of light that lets you read on the dial. When he gets his stride and the look on his face relax. He is carried down the slope with the wind. The light gives way and I cross my hand to fold. Start again counting the blocks: one, two, three. Right turn. Another story, two three four ... No way! Again in the waterfront promenade. Accelerated to take advantage of the traffic light suddenly turns red and in the middle of the intersection get the honk of a truck coming. Elusiveness with hate and I take a dock side to use as shelter. While I hope the traffic is congested again see the girl. Just crossed a bridge leading across the lake in the park and continues along the shore. Soon I have to face, but his silhouette dissolves the distance between the throes of twilight. When traffic is cut off and took me cross the bridge going unconscious after her. I hasten slowly. At some point that escapes me is evident that she ignores me. I think of silly questions to get me out of trouble. But what's the rush?, Tell me a laugh to encourage me. The girl left behind. The road to the car dies your gateway to a club. There is a roundabout and within the premises and a warehouse for boats where I see men engaged in loading a boat on a trailer. The greeting as to avoid disturbing but none gives the hint. I turn at the roundabout and pass it again with three horns do sound stupid before accelerating embarrassed. It's all for today. On the bridge the lights come on as a garland of quartz. At the end of the city is gray, under a hood of haze, animated car traffic and people who leave work. While changing the radio station I think now will be much more difficult to find that direction. So suddenly darkens. Finally I give to the house. I recognize my friend's car parked in front Reno and in no time approached the car to the curb. Get insurance, ripped the front of the stereo and descend. My friend answers the door. I get half drunk, with a slice of pizza in one hand and a bottle in the other. My timid good night is buried beneath the din of voices and music in a crowded living room.

3. Pub. Buzios between Thursday night and Friday (path) Remises parked at 45 degrees in front of the pub. The taxi driver sitting in bonnets smoke while listening to the chatter of a group of women occupying several tables on the sidewalk. One of them, his head lying on its side and steer abstract eyes, follow the road map of a fanciful diners cork that shamelessly throw to the face or breasts. The game is a table version of rotten eggs and the pledge to who gets to narrate an adventure cork is hot. At a time when the revelry begins to wane and when nobody is in charge of keeping track of points, the diner drunk and wakes up suddenly touched by lightning is shipped with a monologue unexpected. "Ladies ... - (Scandal and laughter) - get ready to hear the hottest adventure that gave January 1983. To emphasize the outburst belches loudly culminating in a sibilant nasal whine. "Fuck," says one. The others remain expectant. "When I was the girl Yoli (long pause, before Maxi )..., butt, we lived in Barrio Candioti. Necochea and Boulevard, Necochea. (In a second stop an olive conceals a piece of cold pizza). "In the other corner was a technician. Had a nice little house with a neon sign on with local and all. Worked well, did well at that time. It was people who were good ... Managed appliances and I do not know why I started to break things. "I was happy to talk to that guy, he was ugly ½ red ... but shit you laughing and explained everything, which is pasted, the winding, like a teacher and you could tell he liked what he did. The same thing could speak of a meal, school kids ... those things that never Caio. (Intersection of furtive glances between the girls. Two loud laughter broke out in unison and end at a point like swallowed. Then silence. The announcer, without regard to public reaction, continues the narrative self-absorbed). -Arming a car at the back of the house, a Siam that was already old at the time. It is seen that there was a taxi driver, or parent. I watched from the terrace when she came up to hang clothes and he knew I watched ... (Someone does aim with olive pit against tortoiseshell headband Mrs.) -... mom on TV I missed the freight rates it beat against the gate, I almost died. The gringo was drinking mate in the door, freshly showered, and went immediately to see ... Caio was in the Sancor, kids in school ... - Tere! "Interrupts the brunette in front, that of carozazo," the story we know by heart. Raise an olive with a click and takes in his mouth. - Are not some girls? Moreover, nothing happened. The hostess takes to make a white background with a glass of cider. He then goes on the side chair and all. Great shock. People who are in the path drawn out by the blow. The taxi driver engage with the bailout organizing the tumult in the form human chain around the drunk: "Back please, need oxygen. Let no one touch. Meanwhile inadvertently hits a motorcycle coming from the avenue wrong way. Go up the path and gets lost in the wasteland surrounding the pub. In the darkness of the background light is a breakthrough and a side door leads to the pilot. (Cuisine Pub.) Speak the motorcyclist. - You see these pool balls? The chef nods disinterest. "They're perfect, but ... -The gesture of displaying neatly wizard, Ja!, have a notch in the middle. Do you realize? It is a thread. Do you realize? No expectation on the old man's face. However the other continues. "In each party enter more than one hundred grams. What do you think? - Well! Very good nephew! What sophistication! - Why did you put that color guy? Do not you believe in? "Yes, they are perfect, but the issue is that we" invest "money in this story and I still do not see a dime. "For a bit, if you had to put the body as I made you mad then. Stay super quiet that silver is going to come all together. - You saw go? "No, there is a mess at the door. A drunk I think. am Friday. And day and evacuated the drama of this transfer for drunk in front of the pub. A black girl Baldea the sidewalk. She wears a pink smock open on a faded red dress fibrana and beige rubber boots with platforms that creak in the pivot of each Baldazo. "Hey Leo, what about this painting? "I'm going to Mar del Plata. Want to come? "Not crazy my sweetie. The hall is cleared. The tables, chairs and pool cornered against the wall. The orange circle track with its latex is littered with cigarette butts and papers hillocks. For the speaker sounds an fm In the box there is another girl counting and separating money. Production still bears his night with scraps of paper cut into the fringe. Pretend not to notice the appearance of L that goes and before you plant. - Is it B? "He's busy, without looking up. L smiles, a chop is served and drinks it. It serves another, throws a kiss and goes to the kitchen. B has half a body stuck in a Freese. With the sound of ice and bottles not notice the entry of L that gets into a pile of chairs and wait. From that throne observes the actions of B, it looks degraded by the caravan of insomnia. His twitching, sync. Two drops of sweat is drained by the neck to a wet spot on the neck of the chemise. He joined the coup and L faces jumping chairs and holding out his hand. At that time the guy comes. Bring some wood blocks and a sheet of plywood to stop leaning against the wall. Salutes and leaves. "The old trick of the false bottom says L parody dubbing of films. Is about to take a look at the bottom of Freese. - What are you doing dressed like that? B tries to make the pool ball he holds in his hand but L will go unnoticed stares as if he guessed the hidden content in his heart. - What happened? Where's Jessica? "He died. - Where? B repeats mechanically without altering expression. "At the River. We were beaten to death. Unintentionally, but was killed. I had to throw ... - Who? - Who will be? B is limited to take off her shirt and dry the sweat from the body. "My friends," says L with sarcasm. The other runs nervous jingling balls in one hand. "Look, L-drop suddenly, it is best that you leave as soon as possible. L smiles with her split lip. "I have three hundred," continued B-, I give you one of these and moves around, uncovers a ball and lifted a pass card. Plastic sinks again and prepare a line on the Freese cap. Take a ticket a hundred new weapon a cylinder and passes. Leave the other two bills on top. "Give me two hundred more and stay with the ball," says L-. I can not, I silver brother. Move the ball and stay with seven. "You're crazy, I ache all over," he shows some bruises on his shoulder. Also stole a jeep for surfers to upload and I'm sure I saw. What I need is money for travel time. B is red, the ball is passed hand as he thinks a new argument. We take the line all through the same channel-I you have to go now, I have no more money. Monkeys are a band and you still owe them something, I told you a while I move. Or go back with them or go away, fuck no more, I do not fuck with me. Thou hast created, are your crows. Suddenly falls silent. Someone is entering the premises and the hiss of soles B recognizes his mother coming to check the box. Hurries to hide the ball pool in the Freese. Place the grilled tacos and brought up the fucking. "You were taking," says the mother when she saw it, it shows. Where is your father? Drop the bag in the other a stack of chairs without sensing the presence of L crosses the room and spies on the back door. B relaxes and makes a sign to his buddy to stay silent. "He went to take the girls. No returns. The mother disappears a few seconds and meets again with L - "And you, you killed someone? L Mughals smiles in response and B curses under his breath. "Mom, do me a favor. Take it to a house in Centennial. While talking to grasp the elusive portfolio on the chairs. Search inside until it finds silver. Dale hundred that I owe, no longer works with me. I after I return - all this running in circles around the kitchen and the mother going back to the screaming. B I reached to pull a roll of silver to L from the top before starting the portfolio mother at a stretch. - Andate! B contorted shouts. The mother realizes that goes seriously and is quick. Before leaving lunges L Freese and swipes the one ball. "This is on account of the Patri. "Ok," says B and reaches out-good luck.

4. M, Birthday Reno appears from what appears to be the back door of the house dragging the dress to a skinny girl next stumble and laughing like crazy. The two are drunk and first impression you'd have just sealed a pact of love and come to celebrate in public. However I have understood that the official lover of X is S and it is present at the meeting. I'm actually the only thing they pay attention and when I realize I cringe and look the other way a bit because I fear constantly ridicule among so many strangers, but I think even more because the beauty and ease of the girl hit me and I will not be so obvious. When I look back at what I have in front Reno letting go the baby in her lap. She dropped me confianzudamente and puts his arm around her shoulders. - You're the famous friend traveling? "Challenges me with dreamy eyes. "She is Maqui, the birthday," he says Reno. "Nice. Happy Birthday, "I say with the autopilot, since by then I'm so turned in upon me like a woodlouse. - How many ...? -Twenty - Twenty-six! How wonderful! - What words do I choose my god so stupid! Luckily I did not listen. Runs out to change the music. Fight with the DJ until he gets replaced. Put Michael Jackson and everyone takes to the track. I started back and the chair. Brings me to the middle of the room where everyone gets to look at us and clapping. I feel completely naked, trapped in his net. A sudden being invaded my body as an injection relaxing and beginning to move. After a few minutes I am out of me, turning in its orbit, and she and I both are the center of an ellipse more dissolves us at full speed ... bla bla bla bla. Towards the end of the evening the aspect of meeting is to these songs of drunken people hugging and crying. I am lucid and happy birthday because I was not off all night. It is very sweet when he says silly things and impressive when you throw a sharp comment, along with sparkling eyes, small and intelligent. Some come to the door to fresh air and others are doing. There are a Chilean artisans vomit naturally in the quarry and that seems to never go to finish saying goodbye. They carry a huge backpack and walk all the time hunting for a new partner. One even comes close. I called Andy says that is Santiago. Maqui takes to drain. I wonder if they are craftsmen and I replied that they define themselves wandering plastic. Is so drunk and smoked that sometimes the only thing I understand from his words is the auction y'know. He speaks of a certain Escher, the reversibility of space. I tell him that I understand nothing. I'm traveling and I live in my car since my wife threw me out. As I speak is removed the bag and begins to delve inside. Extracted metal objects wrapped in cloth that is deposited on the lawn. I take one and extends it. "This gift to you buddy," he says. "Very well, what is? "It's a reversible object of endless journey. A Moebius, as we say. Explore it, trying every possible mutation provided by the joint parts. After the others being examined as variations of the same motif in a rose or lotus. They also seem constellations made of wire with small glass beads threaded and secured with thinner wire. "Thank you. We cherish. "Tomorrow may come home with MAQUI, stay to eat and show him all the stock. Maybe you are interested in selling them and going to committee. "Maybe," I say without concealing the grace that makes me think about it, in principle I agree about the food. I only know of clothing and haberdashery. I do not know if this will work. "No compromise, after chatting buddy. You can make money with this. A few others I have catalogs with explanations, very nice color. "Very nice color, I repeat to himself. The other Chilean calls. It is climbing to the back of a truck that is loaded with people. Andy keeps everything in the bag and shakes my hand. Maqui also says goodbye and goes right to hang up the truck. Reno disappeared with his girlfriend. I think what are my next steps. Wandering until dawn and opened businesses, lie down for a nap in a park, things that I'm used to. Fifteen years ago and traveled more than a year that I keep in a house. Except when I pass by here and stay a night or two in Reno, the only contact I have with my former life. Other friends and relatives were put aside when I fell from grace. Horrible times in which I was wandering in search of affection, cash loans and guarantees for rent owners. So I decided to take the car and house and everything is solved, or at least a part. But it seems that my new friend has other plans. When I say goodbye to complain, he squeezes my hand and leads me to greet another group that goes. While exchanging jokes with others who do not know what to do with his Renault spiritually I rise a few feet high and from up there, as if both lover and Cupid, I see a happy marriage leave of his friends from the porch of the house with the younger son slept in his arms and everything. Beautiful fantasy of conjugal love, deliver me from further disgrace. Tené care-me-cry from the self-is a vampire girl. "I'm ready for anything," I say repressed the bombing of blood rushing to my face. She surrounds the waist with a consoling hug. Distracts me from the row pointing to the morning star which is evident on a background of leaden sky. This is suggested by a maze of dark clouds full of water and illuminated sporadically by Refucilo. - Do you believe in it to make a wish? "I say. I do not know, I think if I had one I took without asking. "Hahahaha ... Sure, it is sometimes best. Intercession Christian is very romantic, but it's stupid to expect that things will always fall from the sky. "Well, I wish to ask for a star or a baker is not so bad. The question is begging people not worth the things we do are worth it and you have every right to take them. We entered the house. Glasses rescued from the mess and prepare a drink with the last remaining vodka. "I hope you do not worry," he said lying on a hammock in the living room couch. - What you're a vampire? "I say captiously to mislead my concern, not yet abandoned me. Veal, as the call for less than twenty-four hours, I embed your nose sharp in the neck and I get to give body and soul. The nose is still there while the charge to the room, still do not know but I'm not hard to guess at the end of the corridor. Turn on the light with his elbow. A color shades soften the glow of the spotlight, giving homogeneity to the disorder in the room. There TC2000 posters on the back of the bed and crossed checkered flags and emblems at each corner of the ceiling. Clothes lying on the furniture and objects, packaging, magazines. Two television monitors placed on shelves in brackets on the computer. There is more equipment I do not know. A console, two lower shelves with hundreds of videotapes during two walls, almost all the titles in the loins are dates and name of a town, or neighborhood, handwritten. I search the shelves giving you time to clear the bed and remove the clothes, but apparently my curiosity is annoying because then I asked to put something on the stereo. Randomly choose a compact, one of thousands that are drawn or in piles around the room, and put it on the stereo. A kind of bossa nova rapid distracts me an idea that had begun to haunt me and the flight left an itch bothers me. "It's drum 'n' bass," he says. "I do not know. "It's the name of the style, the band is called Everything but the girl, a group of fashion. Something like Everything but the girl. What music do you like? "Whatever, the radio ... "I think of something modern, a bolero by Los Fabulosos Cadillacs ... - My God, no, no, nothing else. "Well .. "Commodores? "Yes ... -Chic. Air, Wind and Fire ...? "Yes, what I meant ... "Much calmer," What luck! The spiral does not abandon us. Is sound and returns us to the dance. Climbing back to remember the cold sensitivity of the caryatids the schoolyard. Furtive caress my way of taking advantage of sliding drops of morning dew. Any flow and sound vibrant. I feel a primary image of love, this school, a trophy in sports, and Ursula, my teammate, stroking in the pool. Gasp and suck on her neck like a hungry baby. She looks for the fingers and suck the pulp wet lips that point I guess red and sprout. Slow down and retreat, painfully. I am at your mercy free me. Thank you, I say to the ear. I wake up a torrent of rain. Between the windows stayed shut and instinctively looked back the clock. Ten. I slept just three hours. Since I know it will be impossible to go back to sleep to make lazy throw me into a chair. I see her sleep. Or it occurs to me to wake up. I avoid the annoyance of opening the door to a stranger who asked, drunk, sleeping in his house and the next day not even want to see. I think the best would be to seek a way out after the rain. Leave a nice obituary on the table and then pull the key under the door. It occurs to me also try your luck waiting with breakfast ready (which, given his temperament, could backfire.) Prepare a mate and sit and enjoy the patio. Remove the radio on the porch, watching the rain fall on broken meringues that I glimpsed before closing the window. Home sweet home. If I do not now if I do not case. Once on the porch, it occurs to me to make some notes. In the same Folio I was preparing refer scored: Yesterday I met a girl of twenty years that changed my life. But again the suspicion of Renault idiot puts me in the head and trash the sentence. In any case it must be me who decides to change his life and not sure I want that. This will feed nothing else. Below I blur a picture. Maqui and I are playing on a beach paddle. To the right of the rough seas with a rising sun and the other side, on the sand, the car with the doors open. Drawing in the air to represent musical notes that there is music coming from the radio. Everything but the girl I write.

5. The fucking hole climbs to the fifth floor of the spiral staircase. In the front yard of the department your friends squirm a team sheet by pouring a shrill blast from the basin of cement. Laughter and voices slip behind the waterfall and hot wind that is bagged in the cavity of the laundry. Close your eyes and think of girls playing with water. Look at the sky and see a front of clouds get fat from the East. - What are you doing? Yells the old man passes. - Who is it? L! Brian released the sheet and pulls on top sound giving him kisses on the neck and cheeks. The old man walks over and hugs him, she pulls the hair. - What happened? Disappeared. "I'm working in San Jorge, bah, I ... Brian leans out the open door of the department and discuss something with a third party to which L fails to distinguish in the darkness of the living. The blue shadows of the TV reaches only to cut a figure lying on the sofa bed in the room. - Beto, a pipe gun is seen! What this woman vampire! Two days ago it's there. L questions with a nod to the old: Who is it? "A" friend "Brian responds with a contemptuous tone. When they come, the old pull up a window mat. The surprise attack of light causes the type to suffer a kind of shock. Try standing up and dragging in motion sofa cover with an array of objects that has been entrenching during the stay. - Save the control, gross! Brian-drop. L potted by the door into the kitchen and will meet with the old man preparing mate. Seated at a table puts camping aware of their situation. Jessi is dead. Need some money, a gun ... Disappear later. Where? On the coast of Uruguay. Have a friend in Columbus ... The old man has money. He intends to sell the instruments L were left in charge before leaving. There is a band interested. How much money can be put together? Three, four, no more. L dismisses the idea. Brian leaves the bathroom where he was contained more than fifteen minutes. Bring your hair wet and combed back. It slips over-shaking hands trying to catch the attention of both the continuing Drogón lounging in front of TV and group L and quieter than the old form at the bottom of the kitchen. The old man takes the opportunity to spend one last tip: Bob is a car and he and Brian are desperate for a holiday. - What we do with it? L whispers. - Who? "With Beto. "Nothing. Bah, what you want. L climbs onto the sill and check out the neighborhood. At the end of the bulk cement circular grove stands well above the upper floors. Must have been a couple years, he thinks. Suddenly thinks he hears (impossible, given the distance) as a murmur among the treetops. Displacement. A shadow hanging from a branch. In the galleries on the ground floor there are children playing. See how a group compels a child to sit in a hammock. Then the leader of the hard drives and the others run and hide from the stairs of the body of block that is on your back. Some climbed the rest of the third floor which is directly above it and begin to throw stones. Excites bad aim to seek higher caliber projectiles. The smallest of the group of three, which occupies the rest of the third floor, manages to take off a ceramic rectangle edge of china. L stands still observing in detail the whole procedure, as if that is happening before their eyes belonged to a foreign order that disqualifies him in advance to act. However know that some of them are the children of their foster brothers, his cronies on the block 12. When the boy drops the projectile through the bars of the railing, half-length L out of the window. The first listen to fucking cry of L, the impact and then a shocking shriek. The three are crowded into the window. The balcony overlooks the front Drogón and challenges to address. In this fast silhouette of a young woman crosses the rectangle of the park towards the creature lying on the sand. The load on one side and carries. The square is deserted with a dark smudge drying. L takes a look at the trees. Something flashed and extinguished again amid the foliage. Something that can be a flash in the cluster of black clouds that have been parking like ships on the edge of Fonavi (but also the suspicion of a metal edge of catching a last ray.) Brian are approached from behind and puts a smoky candles out between his lips. "This is going to draw the face. A breath bitter that burns your throat and realize that there is grass but pasta. Remove the pipe and expels the smoke out the window. "Some people in the trees. "There Monopremas" replied the old man. - Monotremes! "Brian corrected. "Are those heavys. Animals, semimogólicos. You know them all. What are you doing? -Publish the magazine, smoke, assault people. Now they want to assemble a band. You know them all.

6. Plans the evening Bob and Brian are in the car to buy food. L and the old man advantage to draw the plan of escape. The old gives more details of the situation Beto. The boy is of Paraná. He travels every week fetching and carrying orders (no, not a drug.) Visiting Brian and crashes a couple of days, smoking and taking in the department. Brings very little money but in good faith it gives all the old for the given. The suggesting the old idea is to embark on a journey all Paraná, under any pretext. The following is put into Beto and escape with the car. From there to the coast of Uruguay is four hours. Concordia may rest at the home of friends, and then continue down Route 14 to the resorts of Columbus. If you can get money to continue traveling south and enjoy a beach to the sea. L is carried away excited about the prospect of the old and out is so euphoric and full of fantasies of traveler who is ashamed when the old close friend in a hug and kisses covers cousin calling Leonardo. The sea surrounds word in protein and dark resonances for the first time so far of his escape future the idea is gaining ground in his mind. A passage in darkness, but with enough blanks to run rail safety. Vertigo is something that does not work with plans. Knock on the door. L and the old crossing an anxious look interrupting the conversation. The old man looks cautiously to the kitchen window looking sideways at the landing. Do not see anyone there, but in the first section of the ground floor where two monkeys are waiting. Someone looks out onto the balcony and laundry beckons you to rise. - Who is it? Yells the old man going towards the door. The answer is another series of punches and at the end: "Aldo. We want to see the instruments. Expect to re- Brian, I'm bathing. Then silence, broken whisper deliberations. "We have a silver Why do not you open? "I say that I'm taking a shower, come back later. L back to the living room and placed next to the window to spy. Recognize them all. Two of them saw Jessi pursue when she got loose and ran toward the river. " The was lost in the darkness and then heard screams. He was already very knocked out, squatting by the car, and someone shook him a kick in the head when he managed to get up. He thought that if I had an automatic hand know what to do without you shake your pulse. But as the old wise phlegm had cooled longer enough merely to sit still and wait. However the picture in your mind, triggering their real names, carefully exhumed from behind each nickname glorious that he once baptize: Max, GT, Venom, tripping and all the offspring of monkeys literate for resistance. He taught them to sell drugs in the center, outside the neighborhood, because "where you eat no shit." To retrieve weapons to sell to the police. He taught them not to take to recover the silver and respect hierarchies in the drafting of the fanzine, in the street in the neighborhood. But when he went to get money across the bridge, felt abandoned, betrayed. Then chased to hurt, to put him guilty, not knowing what to do with the legacy, no matter what decision had been based. He had a fit out to challenge them, but I knew that hatred at this point was a solid set to move in any direction damage, not just between him and them out indiscriminately, but each. The group spent deliberating in the laundry a few minutes and then retired. "We have to expedite clearance L. I do not want in my home. "You're right, I'm going. "Wait a bit. If you could go with Beto Parana, without letting you see. You stay until the end week. Because something is happening to me. - What? "I have to pick up videos on Saturday, as I said. I have the key to the neighborhood and the guy in charge has a wave with me, so I always expected. It is an important pointer to know where the silver, or a party. I have complete confidence, knowing that mine is just work. If Brian is with me, without realizing the type, can make some shots while we take, there are no teams total. After the bribe, or the tight, however. The guy is married and being scared. Yo I have no training in this, but I'll fix. And worked hard and it's time that I fulfill the dream of visiting Mar del Plata.

7. Beto and Brian go shopping When leaving the super, it is late afternoon. Pouring rain and parking is as bright as a stadium. Beto activating alarms sports new car without paying any attention to that from a checkpoint guard beckons with a whistle. Brian is kept at a distance carrying bags, making it impossible to keep from laughing. When they are next to the car, pushed his friend through the hole in the door and runs to get behind the wheel. Once won the street erupts into uproarious laughter that comes with horns and turns in "s" Dukes of Hazard style. At once warned that the mood changed suddenly Beto tone. His brow contracted, the boy seems to be suffering from a weight or excruciating pain, and what the pilot is more concerned about a slight squint that the other has been installed on the eyes. A constriction occurs a pop. Unable to control himself, Bob breaks a glass wings. Cry and laugh as terrified of himself as he shows his fellow bloodied forearm and fist. Everything in such a short time when Brian stops the car just have a few meters away from access to super. "Joe, what's wrong? Brian yells at the edge of hysteria. - Me want to eliminate! - Who?, By god! -L and the Old. They want the car. "Oh Joe, you're jealous. The boy begins to mourn. She covers her face with her hands, both with blood at this point, and convulsively weeping with her head in the glove compartment. "Joe, you're divine. Do not cry anymore What's wrong? Want to smoke? Without waiting resumes running. At this time the sky of the city is crossed by aerial lifts symmetrical yellow fluorescence. After the rain, fresh air sneaks through the streets of downtown as a palliative moisturizing heat. On reaching the southern tip leave behind and take the path blocked. Before boarding the diverted to the right bridge and stop next to some bushes. The sun disappears behind the clouds behind the wind blows across the bridge. However, in the sky and the river is still a diffuse glow. "Look Bob, kapok flower. They say that the history of its flower is the story of a bursting heart. With the view out towards the infinite, Brian improvises a monologue for an ideal partner, nothing comparable to the bulk rigid cast into the passenger seat. "You're not romantic, but you are a child of tender. Afraid of the old. Tenel fear of God! You sick for nothing. At least you have you work. Think of me, what I do I have? Is the old board?, "A housing plan that dirt?," Changes on the neighborhood? "Now you think that my friends will want to kill. You're killing you, because love is not giving up anything. Even with me, I am able to give you life. Beto remains static in the reclined seat at the top, with his injured arm resting on the belly. Seems to sleep with open eyes, or at least nothing that is going in or out of his mind seem to get his attention. - Who told you that L and Old you want to delete? You are so paranoid pasta. Here you have a handkerchief. Without waiting for an answer goes to work himself. Interior light the car and leans over his friend taking her arm gently. Tear the fabric of the sleeve to shoulder height and secured with a knot on the biceps. With microscopic look pokes between the blood and fibers of glass splinters looking skin. Remove them one by one using the nail of the thumb and index before starting the bandage. Suddenly remembers something and out of the car. Look in the trunk a can of water and a clean cloth neatly folded and stored in the toolbox. Back into nursing care and embeds the piece of cloth in water and drained on the injured arm. Once clean, not shown in such bad shape. There are only a deep cut that comes from the elbow and around a myriad small superficial cuts, however, help increase blood flow. "I'm going to rub, so carry on well. Supports the cloth on the forearm and hand it to run to push hard. - There! That's it! But Bob does not complain, nor does what, since he has stopped breathing for more than fifteen minutes, and when Brian finds out, your friend will already have settled a place in another world. So will have no choice but to rush the bad shot leaving him right there in the bushes next to river. Or make it roll down the slope, into the coffers of concrete of the new highway and return to the department with the car.

8. Visit Chileans entered. The box is dark and smells horrible. The wind made the flame flicker of a candle resting on the ground floor uneven. At the back of the room are the Chileans lounging on a mattress without cover. - Compadre! Andy yells, and we shook hands. Salute to the other that finished assembling a joint and walking on all fours to take fire from the candle. M is preparing a seat with a backpack and starts to chat. As I can not think what to do take the opportunity to go home and get a complete idea of \u200b\u200bthe place. I get into a room in complete darkness Slowly my vision is in line with the subtle variations light. First distinguish a yellow glow that seeps through the socket improperly seated in the dividing walls. After fluorescence gray horizontal lines draw a cage around the perimeter of the room. Is now also a rectangle. It is a window with the mechanism of a trunk lid. Lift the lid and lock with a stick made expressly on the edge of the frame. What I see is a black and white film. The overcast sky neutralizes the contours so that all things seem to arise from a single liquefied gray matter, with varying degrees of concentration. The neighborhood is asleep. No movement in the backyard of land. There is no marked boundary between the land and no evidence of criteria in the boxes available. A colored scarf attracts my attention peeking from behind a bush. Alternating their appearances as a huge yellow flower or a waste bag attached to a branch and shaken by the wind. A zinc box planted in the grounds out two children. One of them rolls a cover and run after it. There is also a fat bitch with overdeveloped breasts that runs to see them run and were standing in the road. When they reach the height of the shrub turns the first wheel and sit on it. The other pulls on top of playing for a place. Roll in the mud as lapwings screaming, laughing and seriously hit. The rises and discovers scarf a fat old woman who slaps down harder on the scandal of the boys. Whole group then disappears through the door of the ranch. The bitch queen on the cover until it gets bored and leaves. Freed from the action and color the picture is limited to flaming. The smell is unbearable once to get his head back inside. In a corner next to discover what appears to be its focus: a shallow reservoir of a hill of shit and papers in the center. I go and make out the words of Ecclesiastes in the leaves. There are at least half a bun Bible there to check inside. I return to the first room. The Chileans and my partner smoke and talk in slow motion. Still no sign of food. Soon tocan la puerta. Andy se arrastra y atiende. Es una vieja que trae una cacerola negra envuelta en una nube de vapor con un agradable olor a salsa.
–Ojo que está caliente - advierte con un gesto maternaL
El otro chileno le da algo de plata y la mujer se va contenta. A través de un ojo en la pared la veo saltar ágilmente la cuneta y cruzar la calle a grandes trancos.
Mientras todos comen yo me termino el porro y me duermo. Cuando despierto la casa está oscura y una lluvia torrencial golpea la chapa del techo. Alguien meó en el rincón próximo no hace mucho ya que la tierra aún despide un vapor nauseabundo. Enciendo un fósforo y con él el cabo de una vela. A un costado la olla negra con un resto de guiso apelmazado en el fondo.
Voy to the door. Is locked with a chain lock. - What people do stupid, angry cry. I turn to throw again on the mattress imbued with a second injection of sleep. I have no idea how I slept. I wake up and I stagger to the door. I try to kick flip but it is so wet that looks like rubber. I spy a hole through the chain. Is that glow monotonous nothing to me unless the time is still day. Rain is the only patent. When I consider that it is useless to wait, I dig the earth at the foot of the door until I get a gap between wall and floor. I go crawling in the mud like a worm and at the height of my despair I discover that they took the car. Not knowing what to do I pass the house of the cook thinking that maybe she can tell me something. Scrimmage. No one answers. Hit back with a vengeance and this time the door gives way to shock. The scene takes place inside leaves me petrified. The only light source comes from a fire in the cavity of a rectangular machine built in the unique ambience of the box. It's kind of robot with a very primal geometric design as the old science fiction movies. The parts of the monster are modules that recognize immediately as biscuit tins assembled with welds and hinges. Some retain the glass eye through them intact and is visible to the human pyramid and spinal motor official. A boy and an old deal, respectively, a lower cabinets that make your legs. These are the only reinforced ribs of molten metal as they must bear the entire case and its crew. In the next higher module, making the trunk, there are two girls to the control levers that activate the arm movements. Apparently this is a pilot and that every order issued from the cabin, each one, and in systematic order, executes its mission articulated robot member is responsible. The capital is the only cabinet that has no glass eye. It is a sealed hub sealed, the size of a washing machine, a diamond embedded in the beam of the shoulders. Not listed in the order anthropomorphic mounted on the left side, giving that eerie feeling of instability of some modern buildings. I come to mind these huge trucks called Terex, with dams being built, and have a single cabin on the side. Emerge from the upper end a chimney spewing smoke clear low density with a pleasant smell, so I suspect that comes from burning oil but some other toxic chemical. A new order issued from the cabin (I can not say whether this is a man or a woman, because of distortion produced by the poor audio system), children respond by pulling on a common gear that rotates the trunk of the robot. When I have the nerve head and leaves me fall on my knees before an image of Christ stamped on the belly of the monster, with the inscription lyrics New Power NEIGHBORHOOD sliced \u200b\u200bred and gold. I crawl in the mud and anticlockwise in the drive to jump the ditch recover some of my strength. Float up the street, I cross the railroad tracks and, once safe, I throw in one of the banks of the platform.

9. Brian and Terry Pouch, samples, invoices, collections, team mate, your ... all lost. Luckily I still have the card, the card and fifty pesos. Urgent call Buenos Aires to give a new box and accelerate the payment of the final settlement, without giving details of course. But if the car does not appear I will have to travel, this is not something to deal by telephone. I have to invent a good version of the story because if I get kicked and over prisoner. I need a certified police report to cover me, that's another problem. Maybe you can buy. I have to find it to R. I go around the station so as not to appear with this in a busy street. Along the tracks came to a bridge and descend the embankment to a dirt road to die in a roundabout. Beyond the huge field and trees. On the other next few columns of light that can be access. I go in that direction. Walk a few meters and see a car coming towards me. When I reached slows and the driver speaks. Still I can not see his face for the polarized glasses. I approached the window, but the guy opens the door and I go without further ado. "Good morning. -Me you can bring to the center, I'm lost. We are marching, and this development reassures me. Took out a cigarette and conv. "No thanks. How he ended up here? "I'm not on first name terms and I stop myself. "I do not know how to explain, I had an accident ... The car is old but is well maintained. It is a Peugeot 405 with equipment gas. Badly mismanaged the type of changes does not pass the second and each time that slows down and turns to walk makes the car buck. It makes me nervous and I can not control the urge to stop my legs and put clutch. But I can not say anything because the car is yours and is doing me a favor. Beyond that looks good, a little eccentric. With this inflatable jacket shawl and the set looks like a boy, but must be around thirty judging by the well-defined features in his angular face. It looks like a sympathetic character. His gestures at the wheel are funny, very feminine, and whenever gaffe studying my reaction with a sparkling corner, without shame. "Excuse me, How long have you driving? -A month ... -Hesitates-less. The car is not mine. Bah, recently I have it. I'm practicing. And where did you come with that dirt on his clothes?, Excuse the indiscretion. "I was eating with some friends back here. - In the village? "Yes, behind the station. I fell asleep and when I woke up everyone was gone. I went through a gap, so the mud. What rain! "Hmmm, what strange! Want to go home? "No, no. I go to the center. "What kind of friends do you have? I do not know, really do not know much. I'm traveling and I found them by accident. I was invited to eat and seen. Maybe I made a joke. - Did not have a mobile phone? What budget! Or do you pay per diem? "No, the company gave me a car and I go discounting of the settlements, but ... - It was stolen! "Something like that is all part of this funny joke I said. And I will find. "Mmmm. I think it did well. Also you where going to get. In this village does not make jokes. I you do the complaint. "I think this is the road, turn at the next it's hand. "Look," says my driver and next to the lace, the best thing will be to drive yourself and avoid a fine. I have not even card me. Salgo the car and take the opportunity to shake the mud from the clothes that are a little dry. No more rain and the canopy of heaven opens a gap in the clouds that filter the sun rays in religious paintings. The street comes alive with the bustle of the boys who leave school and parents and school vans with rainbow lights. "My name is Brian says my co-straining hand. "My name is Terry-up distrusting it also lies with me Brian. - But Brian and Terry is a series! You really called Terry? (It's true. What an idea stupid to choose that name! But I can not back down without sowing distrust of my benefactor.)-If I swear, against all odds. What a coincidence right? "My name is Brian. I say, long ago, and already I have made. On the other hand I hate my real name. - How is it? "Rolando is a dull name. It sounds like the round table, a side, that Jan is very rubbery. What do you think? I can not stifle a laugh. He also laughs and deschava with all the fags. - Atenti, Atenti! He shouts, pointing to a fox that monitors traffic at a traffic light broken. The elusive and continue. "Look Brian, actually I lied. My name is Fabrizio and I got a problem I do not know where I will carry it. "You can trust in me, I'm in one. "Thank you. It hooked me with a girl, such an M, a friend of my friend R who is here. He was on his birthday where I was, as I said, by chance because it is known R. There I met some Chileans who invited us to dinner at his house the next day, ie today. I was to sleep with her, came together at the villa and after a nap I find that they all disappeared including company car. I would like to return to this M, but I think it's best to find before my friend who is responsible for everything. At least not to warn about these characters. "I understand. Which situation. I have a similar problem perhaps more serious because there is a death involved. The neighborhood of M is deserted. We crossed a manhole in front of the house that preserves the look of when we left. I stop the car a couple of house later without stopping the engine and descend. "Wait a second. "No problem. Jump the gate, I approached the window without making noise. All you hear is a buzz as fans and I think if we will have left pinned to leave. Spy through the peephole in the garage. Is empty and the visible part of the courtyard. I turn the car. -Vamonoooos. - Is there no one?. "I think not. No trace of the car. I walk around the block to see if I parked in elsewhere. Then we go into the R, where we have no luck. The house is closed. - Do you want us to drink a beer? I invite you. "Cool. "The purchase and take in the car. What do you think? Do you know a quiet place to stop? "Yes, here is the park and just stands there. We took down a street with old trees that form a huge cups vegetable shed bleak. The tunnel leads to a large circular park with a chapel and an artificial lake surrounded by concrete benches. We parked in a marina perimeter against a drugstore populated by groups of adolescents with the dust loose. Activity and I order a beer at an old man's face with the disorder have a bad time for the boys. He's a cripple in a wheelchair very adept at moving between your mobile freesers strikes me to be with the TV on their backs, but then I notice a rectangle of mirror set to a post of the chair to take a look each both. "Very clever," I say when I'm going. "I always knew answers to skill-me smile with teeth enviable. The owner speculated parties scrambled to attract people, but to me it is forbidden to watch TV for fear of being robbed if I get distracted. But I'm not a guy to put me penance, so I invented this appliance. Now tell me how he realized? "Because the screen is reflected in the eyes-up and go. My friend put music on the radio and rest with the seat reclined. "Tell me what happened with that dead. "He is the owner of the car, a good friend. I can not make the complaint because of drugs and passed me and I have depth. "I understand. "What I regret most is that I had to leave on the road like a dog. "Without burial? "Yes. Is drawn between a formwork of the new ring. - What do you think? I do not know. If you can help me ... I can not count on anyone else with my roommate, but I would put him in this because it is old and saw too many ugly things in your life. Right now we had plans to change ... "No problem, we need to get a shovel. Thanks. We can come at night. First solve their own and if you take you can stay home, there is no place. "Done. We relax smoking and drinking. The afternoon soon gave way to night and there are neighbors who take their chairs on the sidewalk for some fresh air left by the rain. We take the time knowing that our company is going to take all the rest. - Have you heard New Power Neighborhood? "Of course. Belong to the League of Fonavi. Why? Then tell him Terex's what in the box. - What do they do? -A command forces, neighborhood groups. It is an organized criminal group. With legal and pointers on all sides: the police, the legislature, the media. "Yes, I heard about these groups. And how they get such favors. - Ah It's a secret. But I tell you, being you. "First we set up several television farces salient signs and soup kitchens. Once the cameras came fraguábamos an unexpected event, death or someone who spontaneously approached and gave a testimony aberrant. The next step was arranged to speak with leaders of the means for the show starts to be periodic and payments. From there, the neighborhood served as casting producer. Tables were installed video editing and small studies to improve and speed up production, and after three months we were on top of the ratings across the country. - Do not tell me you are the Cat with potatoes? "Exactly, I appeared several times. Now I am dedicated to manage the cameras because I'm very seen. Please will not escape any of this. With the old, my partner, we want to leave because it became too dangerous. Gathered a lot of money with this business and the more astute accounted for the bulk. Those who made some money and they saw it went. We did not do neither one nor the other thinking of passing it as calm, but the opposite happened. We are cannon fodder. Over my friend's death complicates everything because he was closely related to people who are now going to find. "You leave me speechless. "We could serve as helpful if you collaborate with our project ... - What kind of project? -El to go. Do not you told me I needed to travel? You would be our driver. Before we paint the car and do new roles. All this in case you do not find yours right? "Mmmm I do not think now that such things are being handled ... "You get me a complaint you can to submit to the company? "Not a dude. None of the two houses are showing signs of life so we continued south. In FONAVI much movement and music from neighboring departments.

10. All together now "He is Terry, a new friend. The hitch came in the ring. (L and the old man want to eat with your eyes.)-Do not be paranoid, they are good people. Is in trouble, like us. They stole a car that is alien and can not find your friends. - What can we do? "Giving food and shelter for the night. We have a plan for early morning. Remember that we have the car, Beto rest in peace. The old man nods his eyes and get into the room. - What are the plans, Terry? L asks after being left alone. "You want to travel to the coast right? Well, I have to get to Buenos Aires soon. Now I have that car and driver's license. It seemed like a good idea ... "You know, the situation here is quite dirty. Brian takes things too naturally, is the typical good to bring bad luck. At any time the police fall for me, or worse, ugly people with guns. Are you still interested in the supply of Brian? "Yes. He promised me a certificate of withdrawal need. And ugly people I encounter everywhere I had two months ago to kill a guy on the road ... - Why? "Because I came up with an iron and broke my windshield. A poor fool at the end of a broken bridge that is in Virasoro ... - What did the guy? "Nothing. I shot and continued. - Do you still have the gun? -No. They took the car. Do not you have? "Yes, something should be here. But better one more. Take this machine, keep in case. Thanks. "I still think he's a little disoriented, smoke a little of this, you will be liked to relax. "Thank you, and I'm fine. "Do as I say, I need partners and you have determined look of loose. Smoke a little. The salesman takes the pipa y aspira, Tose y lagrimea.
-Retenga el humo todo lo que pueda, por favor no desperdicie droga.
-Dis...cu-cu-pe-cof!, cof!
Las pupilas del viajante se dilatan. Se levanta y camina como para probarse en ese nuevo estado. Recorre el living del departamento deteniéndose en objetos del mobiliario, sorprendido con la nueva dimensión de las formas. Se detiene frente a un espejo y ve una cara extraña, con una barba rojiza y descuidada, el pelo endurecido por el polvo y los ojos rojos.
-Está bueno–dice soltando una carcajada- ¿Cómo no me avivé antes? Ja já.
L se tienta viendo a ese hombre grande desvariar posando frente al espejo, como una criatura. Se le acerca y le toma una mano.
-Me cae muy bien, usted... ¿Cómo era? -Terry. "That, Terry. Listen, laugh loosening why was not directly to the police? As the car say ... "Let's say that it was not convenient. Understand that I can not state that the car was stolen a few hippy loving friends that I met twenty yesterday. It means that I'm working with a company car and that's too involved. But also ... I have no desire. Guess I will find my friend and he will give clues to give at least the girl. If the issue is complicated I have the advantage of a flawless race and at most will think I'm dead. "Look, I do not know why you think, if one already had ticketed you know? A person like you I usually look like a fool. We do not play the adventure. "I do not, stay calm. Why do you think I'm here, do you see the funny side? And, yes. Also if the police are with us What we say? What criminal suddenly turned and joined our band? You are dangerous to us. "Maybe, but I'm not stupid. Something is going to happen, or am I going to say you have a plan? The living room of the department becomes an operations office. On the coffee table is a map displayed in the country, a shotgun and a hunting rifle and Old Brian dare not touch. And the total of bills that together, fifty of Salesman, three hundred of L and the sum of the fucking hundred in total while the others come and go bags and deliberating preparing nervously asks for the phone salesman. We do not want any trick-L-warned more than an associate consider a hostage, you know? "Do not worry, I need to find my friend. Serving answering. A recorded voice says "you communicated with -----, at this time we do not care ..." and Terry thinks he suspected that R and M to see them together at the party was true, and it was all a trap to steal his car. Imagine this honeymoon tour of the Chilean vomiting in the car and R and M laughing at him I want an accident. Try to produce focusing on the hatred that suddenly breaks out in your head to feel cheated by his friend and Veal. "I should heed the warning of the drunk that night, he was right. But how all this time passed without me noticing anything, how can terminate such an adventure? I guess lack of tact. What happened to R since we parted last year and were planning a business together in Brazil? Living in the car I disposed of everything. What is that Power New Neighborhood? I can trust these guys? TV and fire burning mixture pipe are the only lights on. In the drawn curtains illuminated towers and some shapes in the departments opposite. The silence is complete in the living room and in every sound they can create unintended guess a conspiracy: a crack of the sofa, a burst of coughing. Brian prepared sandwiches and drinks that come and go from table to mouth and he is the only one who enjoys dinner with exclamations manifesting sighed. Mmmm, or, What good ...! His model from home is a elastic headband which holds the rollers on the front and a skirt wire electric blue pants. None of films or blackmail, that is pure movie-is saying Ele. We gotta get out soon. - What about my complaint? "Wait, says the old man. Stir some papers in a folder and bring a form blank stamped by the police. Requested date and scrawled a name, ID number and address of the order of Terry. "Well, then what hope? "Says Terry. In it we hear footsteps on the stairs. Pass in front of the door and continue upward. "This," says L jumping like a cat into the shade. The rest are thrown behind the sofa. Clancer door and opens it. Enter four silhouettes brandishing weapons, the latest on the light. "They're not. Escaped. "Impossible, the pipe is still on. - Come out slowly! Nothing happens. L, we want to talk no more, I left. L appears to them from behind, coming from the laundry. At the last moment it occurred go out the window, just when the monkeys came, and now is back. The old leaves the room pretending what happens? while traveling and Brian are entrenched behind the sofa with arms triggered. "Easy kid, look what the weapons are loaded by the devil. - Where is L? "Not at home. Why not leave him alone? "Do not get old man hole, said I'm asking. "Look brat who will talk to your father and you give it. Get out of my house right now. The last time I saw them live L was compared. He spoke before the start of crossfire with the salesman, who from behind the couch with two shots hit his part in the task. I said animals mine, and shot at close range.

End My name is Terry Vargas. I have 46 years of filleting fish live in Mar del Plata. Six years ago was someone else. I do not know if better or worse than now but it is something to which we devote space in my mind. I like my job, I like to walk early in the port waiting for the boat and drink beer in front of my box when finished. At night, friends come over to cook what I get at the fish and they are responsible for filling the pipe. They are old friends. People with whom I met in the middle of bankruptcy and helped me to reconcile with me. Now I have a clearer picture of myself and in this situation the past has no weight. I know I became a father, head of household, commercial broker. I had a car that sometimes weird because I lived in it long, but I always knew I had to leave to set foot on earth. You can not live on wheels all the time. Life is a room with a helmet and roads that take you and bring you, although that point is still a box, a table, someone who treats you well. And the sea, the great start to other worlds, is the perfect image of what one hopes forever or leaving run, as the idea of \u200b\u200bwhat could become still others elsewhere in another movie. Today I received a letter from my old friend R in the fish. I do not know how he came Migo after so many years. The issue is that I apologized for "the joke that you did with M and Chileans with to get you off the car." I do not know what it is referring. Not because I do not remember anything, but because I can not relate these events with a joke. He tells me to others that is ruined and would like to come to work one season. Claims that his wife and two children things emptying your pockets every weekend under the threat of not returning to see him again. Do not think I'm the right person to give a hand, so break the letter and threw it in the trash. Then I feel a strong fluttering in the chest. Activity in the box and pour myself a cold beer. From the window the kitchen, while the drink to accompany the first cigarette of the day, I see the boats from the sea. After a refreshing shower I'm ready to tool up to seven. Then there are my friends see me, the real. And I hope to bring grass for his pipe. You may remember him from the marathon at the port and the first impression that caused me M, the vampire girl. Well, things like that happened to me back then, uncontrolled fits of loneliness. If I have a few minutes and some interest in this part of the story, tell them something else. While we ran along Route 14, going for Entre Rios, we saw an accident. I'm not sure how I convinced my colleagues that paradise, but the point is that I lowered myself. Was one of those hot days of the heated floor creates an optical illusion of puddles on the road and I remember I went back to car for glasses. A hundred yards from the shoulder had a red car overturned. Someone, a teenager, had been out of the rear window and sitting on the grass off his face bloodied hair. A familiar face, like that other brokerage in the port, although it could not find his eyes. When I was a few yards and my shadow got in their angle of vision, he turned. "My mom is in," she sobbed, "and then recognized my daughter. I bent to see inside and saw Muriel made a dent in the wheel, head down and with a seat belt. It looked an old woman, with her hair down and without dye, face shrunken, withered hands clutching the steering wheel. The passenger seat was empty and then I asked my girl if there was anyone else. "Yes," pointing to a brown package lying in field about thirty yards to where I saw Brian move whining. I took care to force the door of the wheel and pull the straps dragging Muriel of the Maya was wearing, something I learned in medical documentaries. With the move came to himself and stared at me without speaking. Then he stammered something unintelligible when asked to repeat the phrase quietly smiled and went back to sleep. The man was dead. A few meters behind find your cell phone. The old man showed me a number and asked for an ambulance. I had to run one hundred meters to a mile marker to give accurate, then cut. "I come here," I said, and left. Front of the camera L: Did anyone bring something to eat? (Mute, backlight shows the old cast in the passenger seat and driving Terry, both focused on their thoughts. It was dusk and the route extends to cut into the edge of the windshield. Sun supported in the field west where groups of cows are still and drawing flocks of lapwings shrill parables. L is stretched over the seat and appears on camera. Turns on the radio where it begins to sound an old issue of Madonna and changes to a rock station.) Terry: Brian, turn off the camera (his hand moves thrown backwards to touch the camera lens and begins to move back.) Voice of Brian: Wait, hey, whoa, do not want to miss this evening, listen what are you afraid of? Terry: I have no fear, I do not like being filmed all the time. I have to drive. (Silence, the camera stays still.) Voice of Brian: What? (Nobody answers. At an angle hands are L to grab a bag under the seat, one stirred inside and pulls out a ball pool opened it like a pot and pour the contents over an extended magazine on her lap. The camera focus in this procedure, but the picture is not as clear as a result of the backlight. Hands back into the bag and one of them brings out candles. With a lancet one stirred within the duct by removing something that someone with a clean piece of paper or cloth. Then do the same within the stove which they get to rest a very small circle of chicken wire as a mesh. One hand takes a lighter and burns the Mayan bringing it closer to the flame, a short column of smoke was seen to above. Hands rearrange the filter in place, then removed from an inner pocket a package of paper placed next to another mound on the journal and prepare a third mixing portions of both substances. Throw him into the stove pipe and extend presenting to the camera.) Voice of Brian: This trip will be unforgettable. I sit on Noah's ark with the difference that here there is not a female, is not it guys?, Jua jua jua. (Silence, the old hawks and her head disappears behind the seat. A giant scroll flooding appears from behind the cab of the car.) Bian Voice: What an ass face with everyone today! (The camera falls on one side showing an inclined plane the path that is gradually disappearing in the dark.) Voice radio: in our dark segment Monotremata go with Godflesh ... (End of recording the song cut.)