LIFE
EXPECTANCY BETWEEN DEATH
He sought to give meaning to his live. As a detective
to find the slightest clue that led him towards the end of his existence. Maybe
persuade many people that the world was much more than the nausea and chaos
that reigned in the minds of most. He was
absorbed in their mental delay, while his colleagues Greek from island of
Lesbos laughed heartily enjoying the day of suspension of one of them.
- Alex! We
missed the most important thing to buy. Please
go for the onion. Lend me $ 500 pesos, I give you these. Gabriela said while showing a bright and shiny
coin.
- Sure,
Gabriela. No problem. I will give you them. Well, I buy them for everyone. It
will be my part for breakfast and lunch.
He walked
hurriedly and with interest to know deeply what services may require one day in
this new neighborhood. He realized the prevailing realities. He wanted to find
reasons to live , but death overwhelmed him . Exaggerating slightly, almost one
could say that there were more dead than alive people on the street, because each side had a funeral
home looking different, each more sacred and transparent than the one before, with armored cars, expensive and
luxurious windows, marble everywhere, surveillance cameras and technology. One
thing was clear, that these services he would not require much time, just going
for a quarter of an average lifetime.
A strong steady
stroke broke his mind; although around there were a burning
rhythm of people who did not fail to produce noise.
"Between heaven and earth there is nothing new," was right the author
of Ecclesiastes, his impression was the same as Alex in the hustle of the city
of Medellin.
He crossed
several streets, thinking so much. The mind is unstoppable. 65000 thoughts
overwhelm us every day. A bus from Bello almost sends him to the funeral, but in a big city that's not
unusual. Every day is often a face to face with death. Recovering from adrenalin
jet he passed the park where there were street children, beggars, bus drivers,
vendors, students and even poker players. He remembered his friend Socrates,
who once said: The good thing about intelligence is that it is portable, seeing the card players who contrived to have
fun and make money counting with grains
of beans. But that was not for him. Surely he will die without learning how to
play cards, and that did not care him.
To reach The Revueltería, as he was taught to call the fruit and vegetable shops in his
childhood, he saw three women neglected and apparently ordinary attending. He
had forgotten his childhood, his mind took another direction. How had changed
in recent years. For three days he read assiduously an exchange of letters with
Socrates and his friend The engineer, and he did not believe he ever would have been so different.
- Good morning,
please sell me a bag of onions, what’s so good? Seemed to read her face to the
plump woman, with bait and garlic face. She showed the onion and asked him to
choose, to continue the pleasant chat with colleagues.
- When we arrived
where gamine was, she had already been covered, we could not see her. A woman said with fatigue and boredom.
- She was raped
up from behind. She did not stay the hole. The Blonde woman answered.
- That's
nothing. I saw that one who was hit by the bus. He had nothing assemble. I got
up feeling to vomit, said the fat woman with a cigarette in her mouth.
With these
remarks Alex did not want to eat, what to do...
Women continued
their spirited talk so much that forward into the future one could imagine them
as the skulls smokers. The Metro went filled with future dead people until
vegetables lost their life and taking a putrid color.
Alex chose the fattest
and clean onions, he found, paid $ 1000 pesos and he proposed to undertake his
return.
-Always at your
service. The big blonde said, pulling out some humanity, or of hypocrisy in
human relationships. Because all she wanted was bring some food to her
children, keeping your home, regardless of the work she would do.
Alex is locked within himself. At least in that place without space his thought
made sense. Something could be done to change his environment. He began his
journey, leaving behind a world full of pettiness, impressions, barbarian’s impulses
and future dead. He still had much to live for.
Traducción por Luz Elena Castañeda,
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