It has been an extremely complicated month, all for wanting to leave the administrative processes well closed. Today, after going to pick up the last courier package that was pending, I sat down for a moment to enjoy that feeling of having finished things well, and more than feeling joy, I was nostalgic for what happened to me a long time ago. . I went through a coffee espresso, and while that foam was hurt by the half tablespoon of sugar I felt that sensation of my 8.4166666 June.
The last two years had changed three times of location, from the village more hidden in the meanderings of the Araute River, after the army released its bombers eliminating any sign of life in the communities of El Tule y The roots.
After the lunch bombardment, we left carrying the suitcases lightened to the weight that would allow the possible half-trot run, the passage under barbed fences and the jumping of bar doors. With the four dogs and one of the three cats we crossed the Llano de Vargas, following the signs left by a midnight crowd; there were sandals of rubber on the road, snatched up by the haste and mud to that group that dared to the Odyssey at night.
Looking back was like the story of the end of the Rey Bera, the smoke rose from the newly bombed houses, on the skirts of The Machetón, where Los Hernández, at the other side of La FinquitaBy El Trapiche. There was only hope that these people had the cunning not to have lunch inside their homes, since the planes turned the smoke from the kitchens into perfect targets.
So I got to a second home, the school had closed doors since June, after they killed the pretty-eyed teacher, they offered us a walk and begged for mercy that we not insist on going. The walls were stained with messages from the 28 February's Popular Leagues; in the gate a chain tied with sweet wire and the red cloth hanging on the flagpole said everything.
After almost three months of attempts, we finally reached the border, where we took refuge in a small house and, every afternoon, at 4 PM we were in the center of the bridge Goascorán waiting for my mother to arrive with the piece of paper confirming that the peace treaty between the two countries had been signed and that you could enter. We made about 37 planes that we launched from the bridge railing, until the last page of my storybook was finished; I wanted to make one with the paste but its hardness was about to make me a fingernail.
Finally the answer came, just when there was money to eat for two days and for the transportation that would take us to the village called Gold Mines. I crossed the border with the only one of three suitcases that the police did not seize, with my pockets full only of the hope of a new country, new teachers, new politicians; aware that the dead relatives could not be recovered, nor my collection of obsidian rocks, much less my book of illustrated stories.
Tan terrible ha sido the last month, that so shocking is the sense of freedom, 8 rickety post have made me feel idle, to the point that now I have president of readers wanting to build a union, hehe. Gone is this year with its hit of state, the economic crisis, the political campaign, the bad flavors of field work. A new one is coming to do bigger things, with two technicians that I keep, of the best that this crisis did not take away from me and for whom I would put my hands on the fire because I know they would do it (and they have already done so) for me.
Best of all, the 16 supervisors, who were taken out among 230 trained technicians, who for six months were being tested in their technical capacity, responsibility, ethical values and fang live. Of them, at least 10, determined in their young ages not to leave pregnant girls or heartbroken men in the inhospitable places where they were sent, proved to be made of the same wood as their instructors, willing to to wake up if necessary to make a cadastral close and fight until you find that dangle that Topological cleaning demanded.
There will be time to do great things with these guys in the next 25 years. In the meantime, thanks for waiting 3 weeks for an answer, 4 days for a new post and 1 minute for this post to come to an end.