jueves, 30 de abril de 2015

UN DIA COMO HOY




Quien puede preveer como será la vida cuando alguien decide dar el paso y la une al ser que le inspira cada día, a la mujer que ama, al hombre que será su alma gemela, al compañero o compañera sin el cual esa vida carece de sentido. Así una ceremonia o una sencilla promesa sella el compromiso firme de compartirlo todo.

Se promete que será para siempre, o al menos es lo que las películas o a veces la vida real nos muestra, es dificil mantenerlo pero muchas gentes lo logran.

No obstante sucede con frecuencia, mas de la deseada, que el amor se convierte en aversión, el ser que nos inspira resulta ser el enemigo, y las nuevas vidas que hayan podido procrearse son la fuente de disputas o pleitos interminables.

Yo trato de recordar mis sentimientos de hace cuarenta y cinco años en los que tal día como hoy decidí dar el paso de unir mi vida a la que sigue siendo mi compañera, mi amiga, mi amor de siempre, mi esposa.

No recuerdo mis sentimientos, si mi gran ilusión de conseguir llevarme al ser del que estaba enamorado, y no acababa de creerme que ella se venía conmigo a iniciar una nueva vida juntos.

¿Cuanto duraría?. Ni idea, no era un tema para plantearlo, simplemente viviamos nuestro momento con ilusión, la que se tiene cuando se está enamorado y vivimos en una nube que nos transporta a un mundo de ilusiones cotidianas.

Felicidad completa hecha realidad cotidiana por tener al ser querido a nuestro lado, a mi lado, y así un día, otro más, semanas, meses, años.

La vida pasa muy rápido, y sin sentirlo casí miles de anécdotas pueblan nuestros recuerdos que hoy son ya muy largos y diversos.

Un día como hoy hace cuarenta y cinco años nos prometimos, el uno para el otro nos digimos el "si quiero" o el "Yes, I do"  y aquí estamos continuando nuestra vida juntos, de amigos, de compañeros, de esposos y padres de tres hijas, tuteladores ahora  de nuestro gato pues las hijas se fueron para no volver y los nietos no han llegado como quizás hubiera sido el deseo mio o el de ella en algún momento ya pasado.

"Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto", tu cariño, tu compañía, tu amor absoluto sin ninguna duda, siempre juntos, por siempre amantes y así a lo largo de cuarenta y cinco años.

Gracias Cuca, mi mas querida amiga y compañera.



el gatufo







viernes, 17 de abril de 2015

HAGO TIEMPO






Hago tiempo esperando a que sean las tres de la madrugada y salir hacia el aeropuerto de Madrid Adolfo Suarez.
Aunque parezca mentira salgo con un amigo, Cesar, hacia esa ciudad emblemática hoy, ayer, y siempre.

Cuna de libertad, tolerancia, y comercio a Amsterdam se la conoce por sus maravillosas vistas, sus canales, sus asombrosas luces iluminando el agua y el colorido de sus diferentes construcciones.

Tengo ganas de ir a esa ciudad desde hace más de treinta años, y hubiera ido con Cuca si las circunstancias de un traslado en el trabajo no frustrara nuestros planes de cuajo.
Habiamos vendido nuestras modestas joyas de oro para sufragarnos un viaje a esa ciudad para celebrar nuestros 25 años de estar juntos, de convivencia, de amistad, de amor.
Hete aquí que a Emiliano lo trasladan de oficina y las vacaciones cuidadosamente guardadas sufren una grave alteración, el viaje a Holanda se hace imposible y nos quedamos con las ganas por años.

Ahora Emiliano se va y Cuca se queda. Emiliano se marcha con Cesar, el compañero de Isabel, y ella se queda en casa cuidado de Cuca.


Todo resulta irónico, curioso, e inesperado. Emiliano toma el lugar de Isabel acompañando a su compañero e Isabel toma el lugar mio acompañando y cuidando de Cuca.

Mientras hago tiempo escucho las noticias, machaconas e incesantes sobre el ex-ministro D.Rodrigo Rato, al que parece están investigando por una serie de delitos incomprensibles para quien le tuvo como artífice del milagro ecónomico español que en muchos paises se alabó tanto.

¿Que le pasa a la gente?

Ex-presidentes salpicados por los escándalos de corrupción masiva en algún lugar de España. 
Este señor que lo fue casi todo, registrada su casa, su despacho, y saliendo escoltado por la polícia.


Yo no entiendo nada y cada vez entiendo menos. Y el resultado es notorio, me voy desentendiendo de todo lo que dicen sobre estos temas que se hacen eternos.
Están muriendo decenas de miles de personas masacradas en Asia, Africa, America o incluso en los supuestos paise civilizados que ven indiferentes como la adversidad se ceba en sus hermanos tratando de alcanzar un ápice de libertad que en sus paises no tienen.

Se trafica con todo, con chicas, con mujeres, con esclavos, con personas desesperadas, con hermanos que profesan distinta religión a la nuestra, con niños y niñas de los que se abusa sexualmente sin ningún pudor o compasión y aquí pasamos horas y horas hablando de fulano, de mengano, del otro de mas allá, y vuelta a empezar.

Que hartura de gente, que saturación de corruptelas increibles, y nunca se cansan de robar, amasar dinero, mas y mas, como si fueran los antiguos faraones a los que se enterraba con todas sus riquezas.

Nos vamos a morir todos, sin excepción, y me pregunto ¿para que quiere esta genta tanto dinero?.

Sinceramente, no lo entiendo, y ya ni tan siquiera me preocupa entenderlo o no. Llega un momento en el que a veces siento un profundo desprecio por el genero humano en general.






gatufo


MEJOR TARDE QUE NUNCA




(Va por ti Alberto, maestro y amigo)







Es un refrán castellano muy apropiado para mi hoy pues podría haber empezado a estudiar "solfeo" muchos años antes, y quien dice tal puede  añadir "aprender piano" treinta, cuarenta o cincuenta años antes.

Lo estoy haciendo ahora, tarde, muy tarde en realidad, y que?. Pues esa
es la cuestión, que tarde mejor que nunca y teniendo este sabio dicho del refranero español me siento semi satisfecho.

¿Mi intención?. Aprender piano, tocar en algún momento, y seguir tocando el piano hasta que físicamente no pueda seguir.
¿Motivo?. Vocación muy tardía.

Y es que me gusta, por fín encuentro algo que realmente me gusta, disfruto haciéndolo y hubiera dedicado años de mi vida a conocer los intríngulis de una profesión como esta.

Haber disfrutado con mi trabajo es quizas la segunda mejor cosa que hubiera podido ocurrirme, y no ocurrió.

La primera mejor cosa si la conseguí, y está muy claro para mi que así es pues encontré la persona que me ha hecho feliz  durante toda una vida, mi amiga, mi compañera, mi amante, la madre de mis hijas, es decir mi esposa Cuca.

Pedir dos cosas de ese calibre es demasiada ambición, pues una profesión que te llene, en la que disfrutes y una compañera a la que ames durante toda tu vida es realmente casi imposible de lograr.

Pero no puedo dejar de reconocer que para algunas cosas, las que realmente importan, soy ambicioso y está claro para mi que los fundamentos de toda una vida podrían ser tres, cuatro o a lo sumo cinco aspiraciones básicas.
Un trabajo vocacional, un amor para siempre, unos amigos fieles, suficiente para vivir y a veces, no siempre, una familia que te de alientos para seguir viviendo cuando desfalleces. 
 

Y desfalleces aún teniendolo casi todo, lo se por mis propias vivencias, y esa familia por la que trabajas, madrugas, luchas, aguantas, te da la fuerza suficiente para seguir viviendo, mal, bien, o fatal, pero sigues.

En mi caso he tenido la gran suerte hoy de encontrar un "músico vocacional" que enseña. Alberto es una joya como persona y como profesor de música. Tiene paciencia, enseña lo fundamental con amor, aníma cuando progresas y hace suyo tu progreso. Eso hace que estudies mas, quieres que el se sienta también a gusto con su enseñanza. Y tiene la gran virtud del "entusiasmo" que sabe transmitir si está abierto a aprender.

Gracias Alberto, eres un tio majo que no tienes ningún inconveniente en compartir tus conocimientos tan duramente aprendidos.
Te admiro y te estoy profundamente agradecido, has sabido despertar en mi el gusanillo dormido de querer aprender piano y lo que es mejor "disfrutar haciéndolo" hasta el punto de desear hacerlo por años y años.

Mañana estaré de viaje, voy a Amsterdam, pero echaré de menos tener mi pequeño teclado a mano para seguir practicando y aprendiendo.  Un hecho así nunca lo hubiera imaginado.



el gatufo





miércoles, 15 de abril de 2015

GOING TO AMSTERDAM








Next weekend I am going to Ámsterdam being the First city to see in Netherland.
Afterward I would like to go to Brussels, one of the city that has the most beautiful square of Europe.

Al my life I was looking forward going to see these lands. Belgium with with cities like Gant, Brujas, Amberes, Lovaina and
several other villages that are a show of the European´s civilization.

Holland is a country that also I was anxious to visit in the past.
For years we, Cuca and me, were thinking in this land with marvellous cities being Ámsterdam one of the most incredible sights a visitor could see. It is called the "Venice of the North" for its several chanels and having also one of the most free stile of life since decades of the last recent history.


It is a pity that Cuca can´t be with me in this trip. She has to remain at home because her helth condition doesn´t let her doing a travel like this.







A friend is coming with me, so we will go with freedom from
one city to other, remaing in the site we like more.

Once we have come again to Madrid, I´ll tell you how has been
my experience.



Some of my own photos here:

























el gatufo

miércoles, 8 de abril de 2015

ONE DAY (Story Part One)


A Story.






Keep falling branches of old trees or young, killing people walking below, and have even begun to fall suddenly whole trees, without any explanation to this phenomenon as disturbing.

Nobody knows why, unexplained collapse as if infarction were, but the trees have no heart, you ?.

Huge pine fall unceasingly here, there, and the sound is continuous, overwhelmed, that's going people who witness these tremendous facts of Nature wonder that it destroys itself.

It is a prelude of what is to come ?. It will be our world will end well, first falling trees, a few others there and each passing day pandemic consuming arboreal environment extends here.

In cities and towns the mayors do not know what to do, try to reassure its neighbors saying that they have reviewed the fallen and are apparently healthy, which still is much more disturbing.
Healthy? Question worldwide, as they will be healthy if they fall swoon to the ground and kill everyone who caught underneath.
Sheep, cows, people, chickens, everything is crushed under its weight.
No one can avoid looking up when it is below tree will fall over my ?, we ask everyone.

I do not usually leave home frequently and the two trees that had compared the viewpoint of felled two years ago caused me sad to see how the sawed and left the stump ground.
Today almost glad I not see them, would fear to fall against the glass and produce one mess.
Just as well, wait, do not go, no explanation will I tell myself.

The wait in vain because they do not have and can not give it, and the phenomenon of falling trees is spreading outside the cities, it spreads the field, other countries and the terror of such a global and inexplicable tragedy begins to spread throughout all regions of the planet.
This arborea slaughter is warning us a catastrophe near where the land protest the unnatural human intrusion ?. 
overcrowding in the cities, the annihilation of millions of plants by the inhuman and unnatural asphalt highways, roads and streets massive populations no longer respect the land or the animals, and natural grass is even eliminated and replaced by a mass green report that mimics the inimitable nature.
widespread alarm is what is occurring in the absence of a reasonable explanation.

It's not natural, it is a disease that attacks the whole the forest in the world and is decimating the forest stand ?, is the question being asked in the media, talk shows, and even within families. 

As old trees can fall leaving their roots exposed, the raised land and dread of anyone who sees or hears rumblings by large unexplained collapse for rural people and the city.

It is advertised with these facts ?.

try to reassure saying stop, which is transient, there is no evidence of such a fact and due to the lack of judgment or scientific evidence to support the theory of tree disease people speculate, media speculate, and terror spreads like a wildfire that is flooding the earth as they fall ancient giants that nothing had affected them before.
Some announces the end of the world and proclaim that we prepare for total disaster, extinction of life on Earth.
They invent nonexistent sentences of Scripture, and we come out anywhere prophets.

"They will come evils that ravage the land "and 
Armageddon foretold in the Bible is what comes to every mind.

Constantly theories or threats will evolve as this natural disaster are heard. We ask that i maginemos to trees falling because no longer find the right environment for their development. They fall endlessly, first in one area of the world, as is the case, then in all other places, no region or country is exempt and finally not be a single tree in the entire globe.
The living beings need those trees will go extinct with them.

We ourselves need trees to purify the atmosphere, breathing, and experts on duty wonder: how would last the required oxygen for millions of beings that inhabit this planet ?.  

Impossible to conceive life for birds, squirrels, human beings and all kinds of animals that need forest cover to survive, to breathe, to hedge the relentless sunshine, for rain, for the waters were going regenerating.

Who would be in the world? Hard to imagine.
No showers, no plants, no animals, how long would have to go to the absolute and utter desolation from seizing the whole earth.

Not really very little, and those who were surviving devour their own by not having to eat.
The marshes would go dry, the rivers would cease to flow, and the burning thirst would be relentless.
Finally death for almost all living things that depend on the forest, rain, water, and oxygen.

Possibly roaches, and other insects could survive?
Who knows, but it is likely that these beings also need trees to devour their leaves, lay eggs, flee the cold or extreme heat, especially breathing.

That alternative would seek to survive and be the only living a withered and desolate land ?.

In the absence of insectivorous birds, insects per million would propagate at least for now, making it impossible to end up with all different kind of existence.

And so the speculation continue of so-called experts that we are already putting the willies.
Fear spreads everything begins to be chaotic, everyone tries to dig in their homes, ensuring their lives, pursued strictly necessary and little else.

deaths crushing counted as thousands. 
At first succored the wounded, collected the dead beneath the branches, and is not given a rough and nobody dares to penetrate in a wooded area.
The bodies of animals and humans rot under the branches and the smell is irresistible.

Like land mines scattered that explode when stepped on, the trees fall without warning crushing everything around them.
Some flee to open, clear, even desert terrain, but food become scarce, roads are impassable with thousands, millions of fallen trees that prevent it passing through them.

Just circularcampo through possible scarce supplies to keep poorly stocked populations, and nobody thinks anything but survive the unknown and wait, wait it all happen.

Han finished the contests for whoever cares to make war when everything seems to be destroyed. 
All this is mere speculation to something that is happening in my city.
Dozens of branches have fallen this summer, have been killed two or three people, trees collapsing suddenly without knowing why and town hall promises to review the hundreds of thousands of trees growing in Madrid.

Someone may think that this review can be done ?.
I doubt it, and I think we should care much our environment or other generations will live situations impossible to conceive.

Sleep well, without nightmares, and look up when riding under the trees.

I decide to go out, it's been two months since my last break and hardly get stock in the house, my Gatufo is running out of your food and continually laments.

The poor cat understands nothing of what happens. My wife begs me not to leave, have much fear of what might happen to me, and prefers to be consumed without food before losing me.

She can not move, he is in a wheelchair and needs someone to push, help you join if you want sit elsewhere and can hardly be standing.

We rationed food to the absolute limits but is over.

There is no catastrophic speculation in the media. 
They have been controlled by the governments and the army is responsible to follow the necessary guidelines for do not panic.

We control everything, supermarkets, communications, some roads cleaned by removing thousands of trees to prevent the passage of trucks with supplies.
There cabinets crisis everywhere who strive to tackle the environmental catastrophe that involves loss of forests.

They do not tell us what will happen in the jungles of the Amazon and the like that are the lungs of the planet.

Terror is generally the army circulates through the streets of Madrid and tries to control that no looting or rioting .

I'm in the street and the view is bleak. No where some trees not being fallen having crushed cars, structures, roofs and producing countless casualties among unsuspecting pedestrians.
No bodies, have been withdrawing in the absence of physical danger of landslides, is not tree standing, and there more than danger of epidemics. 
Nothing says the number of casualties among the population they do not want to panic even bigger than it already is. 
 
Where I go ?, I think, the best approach to any known supermarkets. 
The first is open guarded by police, an endless line of people throng to get going. 
The line of people goes around the entire block, and large posters announcing that must be the ID of the relatives or units who live in one floor to deliver foods that are logically and rationed.

The order exists, at least for now, and that reassures me.
I call my wife on the phone and tell him what I've seen, I tell him to stay quiet, I'll take a long because I have to wait in line, and all is well then take the DNI yours and mine. 

He tells me not to worry about her, which is fine, and wait all it takes.

With patience I put in the row, pull my kindle and start reading trying to calm my spirits.
No whether to buy food Gatufo have to carry a document proving their identity and who lives with us.
If I can not have to share with ours, not there will be no problem.

In row I notice that there are all kinds of people, seniors, young men and women sometimes in pairs, almost everyone is silent or try to hear news on the radio.

The police and army have imposed a great respect, the order is saved and there, to my knowledge any kind of tumult.
When panic started if there was, then European governments were taking joint action and order was recovered in the streets.

Now people shut up and whispers quietly updated that often never be true.
Come filtered by governments and actually say nothing about what is going on.

How far the plague of "áboles and scrub Fallen" comes?. There is no comments, found some remedy or explanation ?. Nor is discussed.
Only regional or national news are given, what happens in European countries who suffer the same consequences and take similar measures than us.

There is a large cabinet crisis in Brussels, which dictates the rules of what needs to be done in different countries of the Union.
Nothing is said or says, secrecy is total.

It is possible to treat a general stampede that does not occur, fleeing the desolate areas of the European continent and marching by plane or any other means of transport to areas that have been spared the tragedy of trees.

There will be no ?, I wonder, or this is absolutely global.

I do not know, no one around me knows, but imagine or desire to think not, the consequences would be too horrible at short notice.

 We do not see anyone out, so will the other door, that way we do not know what they take.

Presumably as they pass
the first row supplies are They are ending. Nobody can control stocks if they know how many people will go to buy them.

I've listed what we need, I have always taken before and now with more reason. 
The review mentally not think of anything. 
I try not to talk with anyone and hear what others discussed.

Fear is what allowed understand all conversations. There is no possible explanation for what is happening, and the spectacle of all the trees that were in the walk, lying on the ground is not a reassuring image.
Han section which was in the driveway but almost no cars. People begin to save fuel for fear of what is to come. 
 
And that's the big question we all ask, when will it stop this ?, we will see in a month or even next week ?. It will all like, controlled, or we'll be in chaos ?.

Prefer not to speculate in my head but it's inevitable. When under the Guadia apocalyptic thoughts come to my mind and stroke plans to address the catastrophe. 
I can not think of anything, I have no car, my wife is almost incapacitated, can not walk, barely sit up, where I or I do if all gets worse ?. Again I say to myself, better not think about it, lives today, now faces what you have to do tomorrow is another day with other problems that have to be solved.

That's it, no more, many plans you want to do forever actually be another different than you thought or expected.

The entrance door is still closer, I look at the clock, the time has passed ?. Two hours, has not been too and even thought it would be more.
It's a bad sign, I think again helplessly, is a clear proof that food is finished and people take less because hardly can be anything.

Calla, do not think me tell you, you have already begun again assume the worst.

But it is true, check it as I enter, the shelves are nearly empty, and as I get to where they collect the notes of what we want take will crossing more half of what I had written.

I bring rice, some milk, beans, pasta, soap, eggs, and little else.
No vegetables, no fruit, no fish, no meat, no cheese, barely oil or sugar, I get a bottle and a kilo only, nor are potatoes, total not know how we will arrange for a week.

It's what they tell me, I sealed a role in specifying what I wear, date, and my next supply can do in a week. He is recorded on the computer and say clearly "do not try to go to another supermarket" because it is prohibited by a recent law. 
If I try to do can stop and no longer give me more supplies.
 
I'm overwhelmed, this is much worse than I thought it is not surprising that we leave for another heavily guarded door and indicate that there we comment anything to anyone about everything we've been told.

People waiting outside could mutiny and could cause an uproar, but it is what it is and thanks to the ration to reach as many people.

I also start to feel fear, fear of what is to come and a cold sweat begins to flow from my forehead.  
That'll give a Gatufo, rice ?, a bit of sausage, cooked ham that he likes, but is a product expires, then ?.

Before I head out to one of the managers to distribute what they have adjusted and ask if they have food cat.
I feel relieved when I said yes, to teach primer Pussycat, looks, seals, and leaves. 
Comes with a bag of food, not too big, and some cans.
For a week, I said before can not come so ration the cat everything you can.

Gatufo is saved, breathe and calm down, at least the cat will eat and good news.

In silence I go to the supermarket and trying to almost hide the products will looking at either side fearful that can steal me.

What can I do if that happens?

The fear among those who hope chewing enter the supermarket, speaking softly we do not want to unnerve the soldiers or police watching us with perverse face and guard the line.

We do not see anyone out, so will the other door, that way we do not know what they take.

It is assumed that as they pass
the first row supplies will ending up. Nobody can control stocks if they know how many people will go to buy them.

I've listed what we need, I have always taken before and now with more reason. 
The review mentally not think of anything. 
I try not to talk with anyone and hear what others discussed.

Fear is what allowed understand all conversations. There is no possible explanation for what is happening, and the spectacle of all the trees that were in the walk, lying on the ground is not a reassuring image.
Han section which was in the driveway but almost no cars. People begin to save fuel for fear of what is to come.

And that's the big question we all ask, when will it stop this ?, we will see in a month or even next week ?. It will all like, controlled, or we'll be in chaos ?.

Prefer not to speculate in my head but it's inevitable. When under guard apocalyptic thoughts come to my mind and outline plans to cope with the disaster. 
I can not think of anything, I have no car, my wife is almost incapacitated, can not walk, barely sit up, where I go or I do if all gets worse ?. Again I say to myself, better not think about it, lives today, now faces what you have to do tomorrow is another day with other problems that have to be solved.

That's it, no more, many plans you want to do forever actually be another different than you thought or expected.

The entrance door is still closer, I look at the clock, the time has passed ?. Two hours, has not been too and even thought it would be more.
It's a bad sign, I think again helplessly, is a clear proof that food is finished and people take less because hardly can be anything.

Calla, do not think me tell you, you have already begun again assume the worst.

But it is true, check it as I enter, the shelves are nearly empty, and as I get to where they collect the notes of what we want take will crossing more half of what I had written.

I bring rice, some milk, beans, pasta, soap, eggs, and little else.
No vegetables, no fruit, no fish, no meat, no cheese, barely oil or sugar, I get a bottle and a kilo only, nor are potatoes, total not know how we will arrange for a week.

It's what they tell me, I sealed a role in specifying what I wear, date, and my next supply can do in a week. He is recorded on the computer and say clearly "do not try to go to another supermarket" because it is prohibited by a recent law. 
If I try to do can stop and no longer give me more supplies.

I'm overwhelmed, this is much worse than I thought it is not surprising that we leave for another heavily guarded door and indicate that there we comment anything to anyone about everything we've been told.

People waiting outside could mutiny and could cause an uproar, but it is what it is and thanks to the ration to reach as many people.

I also start to feel fear, fear of what is to come and a cold sweat begins to flow from my forehead.  
That'll give a Gatufo, rice ?, a bit of sausage, cooked ham that he likes, but is a product expires, then ?.

Before I head out to one of the managers to distribute what they have adjusted and ask if they have food cat.
I feel relieved when I said yes, to teach primer Pussycat, looks, seals, and leaves. 
Comes with a bag of food, not too big, and some cans.
For a week, I said before can not come so ration the cat everything you can.

Gatufo is saved, breathe and calm down, at least the cat will eat and good news.

In silence I go to the supermarket and trying to almost hide the products will looking at either side fearing that they might rob me.

What I can do if that happens?


My friend is waiting outside, stuck to its website, is ahead when he sees me putting a face of great surprise.
Do not dare ask anything, but then I present to Gloria and little, I explain briefly what has them happened.

Then tells us to enter and open way home, we, Gloria and child are seen visibly tired.

Inside your house does sit Gloria and small, will take some refreshments and nibbles. Best if you have a few snacks, I tell him, are hungry.
When they are served, Juan puts a soft music and takes me to his bedroom.
Silently tells me what he knows listening to shortwave radio. 
He speaks English and French fluently and understands the talk stations overseas in half the world.

The situation is very bad in all places that I could access the radio. 
The disaster is general, and in the northern countries where forests were the tonic landscape there is almost no standing.
It's such chaos follows, by road or rail does not get anywhere. They communicate by air or boat, but they run out of fuel and do not know what to do.

If you want to clear roads end with no reservations and guaranteed to restore vital ways to deliver fuel from refineries. Nor that they can bring food from stores, harvesters can not collect anything or sow, everything is impracticable.


He continues telling what he has heard, and continues,  will gather experts worldwide in undisclosed location, their greatest fear is that the atmosphere is deteriorating and will come a time when you can not breathe.
They talk about sacrifice almost all live cattle consume too much oxygen as necessary for humans, and then we'll no meat, which is not a viable solution.
What to do then expect? and in the end it is all over ?. Neither does it seem right, but who decides what is feasible or not, not knowing if what is happening and what is the reason.

You'll hear for yourself, tell me, in the apparatus shortwave have prepared.

And with these two poor you brought, you're going to do ?.
I took them home, I can not leave again in the street, is greater than my conscience do such a thing.
I've already decided.

It uncle, whatever you say, but you get into a major conflict. Ya know that rationed food, and soon rationed many other things that we have no idea.

Okay, John, soon I'll see what I do, now come home with me.

Take the apparatus shortwave Protect them and wish you success.
Thanks John, you're a friend, I take care and I am out. 
I do not want to end up in your pantry, they are hungry.

Shortly after we left the house, Gloria and son washing consciousness have, have brushed their clothes and their faces are not so pale. The color returned to her cheeks.

A good step not headed toward home, we have an hour and a half away and do not want to worry more about my wife.

We have to take the child turns, the poor can no more and no way of if not reach on foot.

The small case where I have the radio goes practically welded to my hand. Do not let them take him away if not dragging me with him, I trust not.
I wish like never arrive and be next to Maria, and my cat, sure hope and with real anguish.

We walked, walked, without to stop. I go before pointing the way and try not to go too fast for Gloria when you bring your child up.
I'm surprised the strength she has when it comes to taking your child.
To my grieves me much, I guess that she has to Although much more, but not complaining, I'll have to almost start arms to replace the weight of poor kid.
From time to time we put on the floor and the child walks for a while without speaking. It says nothing, is silent no matter what.
 
Almost reaching my street witnessed a horrible thing. 
There is a group of people staring at the floor, police kept them away from what look like two rickety snowmen on the pavement. 

I Fixed better as we get closer and see with horror that two elderly espachurrados the ground. As discussed were thrown from one of the balconies holding hands, and there are like broken puppets, surrounded by bright red all over the place.

Do not look tell Gloria too late, she is disengaged and cover the face of her son .




Let Gloria, we must continue, and we need very little to get.

It's horrible, how can they have done ?.

Could not tell you, you have to be in the skin of one's life to know what you feel and despair removed you can have that person.
These elders should be very frightened, without resources, without hope, like others, and have chosen to stop suffering.
A jump, do not know if pain, and it's over in a flash, I can not comment and I appreciate the decision they have taken.

Come on, please, fast everything you're almost at my house. 
I took your son, I do not think I've seen anything and it's hard to understand it if has been there fallen, do not think the poor than it is already more traumatized.

We went into my website, and then open the door of the house, the voice of my wife greets me as he always does when I arrive. So he is right, that everything is as I left, and before seeing me going and reassuring.
I bring company, I say after hello, you'll now see a young girl and her child.

I think my wife and nothing surprises about me, presenting me with a strange and his son is not new person, but I think when you know who stays with us if that is going to miss him.

We went into the room, and presented to Maria, the child and his mother .
They greet, look, and Gloria apologizes for being in the house, tells him that I insisted to accompany me.
Gatufo, as he always does before strangers, gone.
They like them both, I notice immediately, they will not have problems when I start to tell my wife what happened to the girl and her son, her face is changing and a look of tenderness and compassion extends away from his face.
Of course you stay with us, we have room and if I had not done with his words the issue is settled and I tell them I apologize. I have to leave you because I'll put the radio that John has left me.
I go and leave you alone, the child is attached to his mother and says nothing, not even when Maria smiles and tells him to go to his side.

I can hardly tune in a station you hear well, so get it and there is a good sign, I remember my friend and thank him mentally.

 
They relay in English, American insurance are identified as Voice of America, and if, are they. On the Internet I have heard many times.
It is not a teaching class, give news, tremendous and discouraging news.
An announcer says that "everything is getting worse" because there are countries that have exhausted their resources and no one can help.
Mention regions of South Asia with hundreds of millions of people who have used all their reserves and where people are dying of hunger and thirst for tens of thousands.
Many other parts of the world are alike have exhausted their resources and there is hope that they can be helped.
Europe, US and other first world countries do not want to exhaust its aircraft fuel or send food that may require its citizens.

It has rained very little after the fall of billions of trees and it is feared that the water cycle is interrupted, experts say. If this happens can give by extinct in a short period of time.
 
The picture he paints these people can not be worse, I tell myself, no wonder they close communications because everything would rapidly deteriorate and people flee in panic Looking nobody knows that.
There would be riots, lynchings, murders, people ruthless trying to grab what they could.
Neither the Civil Guard, nor the army would contain the wave of
people to the brink of despair. 
 
I turn off the device shortwave after nearly an hour to hear this kind of news

are at home, I feel very tired, I lean back in the chair and my mind begins to wander the edge of sleep.
My eyes just closed, thoughts of what has been my life so far crowd in an instant.
I remember in my youth were always on the brink of nuclear disaster.
Russians and Americans were in possession of ballistic missiles, plenty of them, loaded with nuclear warheads capable of destroying the earth dozens of times.
The idea was and is terrifying though we can not imagine a mass suicide such for the human race.



It is not stated, it is not discussed, not reported, but the weapons are there.
Today they are not only two countries who are in possession of them . They are a dozen or more that is known, those who have the ultimate weapon, "The ring of power" we could call it that would destroy the planet several times.
Even today it is feared that the end of the world comes from the hand of man, a war devastating and end, is what has been written, has been fictionalized and even there have been countless movies about it.

I am accustomed, like all my generation, to live in a world threatened by nuclear energy in all its forms.
I never imagined achieve this, simply groves began to disappear without anyone knowing why.
And the end of the world as we know it may come from the same land we inhabit, tired of being assaulted, the poisoning of the water, its atmosphere by the irresponsible and predatory human action. 

If the situation was not hopeless would your moral.
There will be moral if everything is destroyed and man disappears from this suffering planet.

I wake up, that I'm thinking, I say.
¿ Your child has to do with what is happening right now ?.
Nothing, I think, and I return to relax without realizing that memories flood my head again.


I have some cold lying on the couch, I get up for something to linger over. The two women are chatting, seems to get along well I think, and I return to my memories.

Again awake, the reality sets in, am I asleep or just remembered another time ?.
Will we primers and rationing facing shortages coming ?.

Stop ramble, I say, get going now.


In the room my wife and Gloria are downcast and very quiet.

Hey, is something wrong? wonder.

He has stopped working television, no tune no chain, and are alarmed.


It's not good news, what is the point of the TV stops broadcasting ?.

It may be a technical or maintenance failure, I that, I do not understand anything about telecommunications.


Suddenly again no signal appears a known speaker and apologizes for the cut in emissions due to technical problems says.


His words relieve stress and as fools remain attentive to what is said.








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martes, 7 de abril de 2015

UN DIA CUALQUIERA (relato TERCERA PARTE)

En un viaje a Alemania hace dos años, conocí a un joven que estaba con nosotros acompañando a sus progenitores.

Tuve ocasión de charlar largo y seguido con el, cuando sus padres había ido a arreglar algunos asuntos al Consulado de España. 
Nuestro afecto fue instantáneo a pesar de la diferencia de edad. Me pareció una persona sensata y madura, teniendo en cuenta que aún no había cumplido los veinticinco años. 







El hecho de viajar con sus mayores en un tour para ancianos casi, significó para mi que estaba seguro en su proceder, sin complejo alguno por no estar entre muchachos de su edad.

Tenemos una amistad sincera y profunda aunque no nos hemos visto demasiadas veces.

Estoy pensando en el posible compañero de Gloria y su hijo en el viaje de supervivencia que proyectan hacer muy pronto.

Los planes de el no los conozco, es posible que ya se haya marchado con sus padres en busca de otros lugares con posibilidades de sobrevivir.

Tengo que ir a su casa como sea, las comunicaciones son escasas y resulta imposible casi usar la web, sin electricidad ni linea de teléfono la mayoría de las veces.

Es un viaje arriesgado y peligroso a través de la ciudad. 
Hay toque de queda con lo que tengo que salir muy temprano y volver a casa antes de que anochezca.

Intento una y otra vez utilizar el móvil, imposible, no hay cobertura o simplemente no suena cuando llamo. No tengo idea de lo que ha pasado con las conexiones o las compañías de telefonía.

Dudo de comentarles algo a las mujeres, pero ¿como justifico mi salida fuera de la casa?. Quizás lo mejor sea decirles la verdad aunque seguro que se van a oponer a mi marcha.

No me lo planteo más, es noche cerrada y hemos tomado algo de cena. Antes de ir a la cama se lo comento a las dos. Mi esposa calla y reflexiona, Gloria de inmediato me dice que no, no hace falta que salgas en busca de alguien que viaje conmigo, me las puedo arreglar por mi misma.
 
No tienes ninguna posibilidad, le replico. 
Si este amigo está dispuesto a viajar por su cuenta y riesgo, o lo hace con sus padres, es seguro que te llevarán con ellos.
Y tengo que averiguar si es así, si se han marchado ya, o si no desean abandonar su casa y van a permanecer en Madrid.

Mi esposa me mira con amor y exclama, haz lo que debas hacer pero piensa en nosotras y ten mucho cuidado. Te estaremos esperando.

Con esto me basta, ella aprueba mi decisión aunque se que le duele profundamente quedarse sola.
Para ella los demás, las personas a las que ama son siempre primero, luego en último lugar se encuentra ella. Siempre ha sentido así, y ha obrado de esta forma.

Ahora desea que su amiga y el pequeño viajen seguro, le dolerá mucho que se vayan pero piensa solo en lo que más les conviene.
Igual siente hacia mi, me quiere mas que a nada en el mundo pero entiende que yo haré lo que considere mi deber y ella no va a poner trabas o inconvenientes.

Interiormente le doy las gracias por ello, aunque sabia previamente cual iba a ser su respuesta, por mucho que le doliera.

En ese ambiente tenso y doloroso nos vamos a dormir esperando que un nuevo día nos lleve a una situación distinta, y que al despertar todo haya sido producto de un mal sueño, o una pesadilla.






No es una pesadilla ni un mal sueño, estoy en la calle caminando en una agonía, me dirijo a la casa de mi joven amigo sin esperanzas de encontrarlo.

El hedor es espantoso, según salgo a la  calle la putrefacción me rodea por doquier. 
Miles de toneladas de basuras se amontonan hacia cualquier parte que mires. 
Los arboles caídos se están deshaciendo pasto de la destrucción sistemática de toda la madera que constituía el tronco y las ramas.
Las hojas han desaparecido, se han convertido en polvo negruzco que lo invade todo.

La visión resulta obscena,  millones de pequeñas larvas, gusanos y otro microorganismos pululan por los troncos y ramas desgajadas que a su vez se van deshaciendo en informes montones grises y malolientes que siguen estorbando el paso.
El proceso final parece ser pura descomposición e inmundo polvo acumulado por miles de toneladas.

Todo resulta gris, opaco, no hay transparencia en el ambiente. 
La visión está limitada por unas decenas de metros sin que parezca que la luz del sol logre traspasar la barrera de polvo suspendido.

Montones de formas informes yacen acumuladas sobre el suelo. 
Me acerco a observar lo que son y un horrible olor me echa para atrás. 
No deseo retroceder, tengo que ver que no es lo que estoy imaginando, y vuelvo a acercarme a una de ellas.
 
Lo peor se confirma. Son cuerpos amontonados de personas fallecidas en mitad de la calle. El ejercito los ha ido recogiendo y amontonando, para que?. 

Lo estoy viendo pues diversas fogatas se perciben en la gris luz del tremendo amanecer.
Están quemando los cuerpos cuando los montones son ingentes. Por la extensión del fuego algunos edificios que circundan las fogatas están ennegrecidos e incluso algunos quemados. ¿Y las gentes que los habitaban, donde están?. 
Desalojados o muertos también, está claro, aunque doy por hecho que cientos de miles han ido abandonando la ciudad o han muerto abatidos cuando trataban de escapar al amparo de la noche.
Muchos de ellos engrosan los montones que voy divisando, a este paso no será necesario que la asfixia de cuenta de todos nosotros.

Lo harán los soldados que incesantemente circulan equipados con máscaras y armados de fusiles con bayonetas, arcos y grandes cuchillos que penden de sus cinturones.

Ahora me explico la ausencia de disparos que yo atribuía a que ya no había motines o revueltas. 

No, ya no hay disparos, nadie puede correr, administran una muerte silenciosa y efectiva.
Me fijo más y veo que el suelo está pastoso en una mezcla informe de polvo, basura y sangre.

La sangre se mezcla con todo y forma una masa que va resecándose formando caprichosas e informes formas acumuladas con la basura.

Resulta escalofriante imaginar en que se han convertido
las calles de la gran ciudad. 

Al caer la noche el infierno se desata en forma de ejecuciones sumarísimas de todo aquel que circula sin permiso especial de tránsito, o al menos es lo que supongo, aunque puede ser que esos permisos son ya inexistentes.

Si los hubiera, ¿quien los tiene y para que se emiten?, me pregunto.

Informes figuras van apareciendo de los edificios, que en silencio y arrastrando algunas pertenencias caminan en silencio, nadie sabe hacia donde o con que intenciones. 

Las puedo imaginar, huyen arriesgándose a que la noche les pille al descubierto y pasen a formar parte de los montones de muertos que se hacinan por doquier esperando ser incinerados.

No hay compasión alguna pienso, cae la noche y todo aquel sorprendido fuera de las casas es ejecutado sin piedad, cuando no tiene permiso de paso.

Lo estoy imaginando, pero será lo que ocurre cuando veo las decenas de cuerpos que se amontonan cada cien o doscientos metros.

La visión de todo mi entorno es horrible, aunque la peste indescriptible que agrede mis sentidos hace casi imposible imaginar algo que no sea seguir, dar un paso tras otro, no preguntar, no hablar, no pensar.

Un paso más, y otro, no mires, no pienses, continua tu camino hasta que llegues a tu destino y logres entrar en un refugio seguro, si es que ya existe en alguna parte.

Mi casa es segura todavía, pienso, pero ¿por cuanto tiempo?. 

El cansancio me invade, voy a caer de un momento a otro, y será el final de todo.

La idea me tienta, déjate llevar, túmbate en el suelo y espera tu final me digo. Todo será mas fácil así, acabarán tus angustias, pondrás fin a esta pesadilla interminable que no lleva a ningún sitio.
Me dejo caer, me dejo caer, la idea es atractiva y estoy a punto de apoyarme en una pared y deslizarme hasta el suelo cuando una forma minúscula que camina agarrada a la mano de otra forma mas grande invade mi vista.
Es un pequeño arrastrado casi por la mano de su madre o su padre, no hay forma de saberlo.

El recuerdo del pequeño que vive en casa llena mi mente y me impide caer allí mismo. Debes de seguir, me digo, no abandones, sería imperdonable que lo hicieras. Ellos tienen alguna posibilidad aún, tu no. Ya te dejarás morir cuando llegue el momento y estés en casa.


La idea de casa, de mi cama, de tumbarme y esperar el final me llega como bálsamo que alivia el cansancio. Mas aún la esperanza de proporcionar una oportunidad de salvación para Gloria y su pequeño me hace mover los pies, uno tras otro, otro paso más, y así poco a poco tras horas de caminar diviso la casa que busco.

Habrá alguien en ella o todo este esfuerzo no ha servido para nada.

 
Soy un estúpido, me repito una y otra vez, como has podido cometer un error de ésta índole.
¿No piensas?
Es indudable que estás sobrepasado por los acontecimientos, te impiden pensar, parece mentira que hace años fueras un buen jugador de ajedrez.

No es para menos. Llevo dos horas acechando la puerta de los apartamentos de mi amigo, esperando que alguien entre o salga para colarme dentro, y nadie ha aparecido en ella o ha intentado abrirla desde fuera.
El edificio parece estar muerto, no hay movimiento, no hay luz, ¿como iba haber luz, estúpido?, nadie entra o sale y yo idiota como pensaba contactar con Miguel. ¿Llamando a un timbre que no suena?. No hay linea de teléfono, no hay electricidad, no puedo llamar a su puerta pues dos cancelas de hierro impiden el acceso. Alguien tiene que abrirte o utilizar la llave para acceder al edificio. Llevo aquí dos horas, está casi anocheciendo, no se si mi amigo o su familia están en la casa o se han marchado, se hace casi de noche y muy pronto el toque de queda impedirá estar en la calle.
¿Que hago?.
Morirte, estúpido, me llamo nuevamente. 
Vas a perder la vida inútilmente, has cometido un error de bulto, ¿como sales de tu casa sin haber avisado de que vas?, que estén alerta para franquearte el paso. 
Pensabas que ibas a llegar, llamabas con el portero automático, te abrirían o no dependiendo si estaban en la casa o ya se habían marchado.
¿Y la electricidad?, majadero, ¿donde dejas la electricidad para que funcione el portero?.

Cálmate y piensa, me digo, no consigues nada insultándote. 
Piensa, piensa, en que puedes hacer para salvar tu vida.

Busca un refugio antes de que sea demasiado tarde. Te quedas en el, sin moverte ni rechistar, y esperas a que pase la noche.
Mañana ya verás lo que haces.

Un refugio, ¿donde?, piensa, piensa.

Se me hace la luz en un flash, busca una salida del metro. 
Hay una cerca, y aunque los trenes ya no funcionan desde hace tiempo, quizás puedas entrar en el túnel y guarecerte en el. 
 
Dicho y hecho, me incorporo, voy sorteando obstáculos y pisando toda clase de bichos e inmundicias. No atiendo a los sonidos que hacen mis botas en el suelo, mejor no ver lo que mis pies pisotean. 
Procuro no escurrirme pues si caigo ya no me levanto. Hay montones de cuerpos calcinados aquí y allá, el olor es una barrera física que me impide andar o respirar. Tengo un dolor horrible en la garganta y pulmones. Estoy tragando el humo, el polvo, las inmundicias que hay en el aire, y a penas asimilo el oxígeno suficiente para poder moverme.
Cada paso que doy requiere una firme voluntad de no tirarme al suelo y dejarme morir sobre el, tragando inmundicias o asfixiarme directamente con el lodo indescriptible que inunda las calles.

Estoy frente a la boca del metro.

Gracias Dios mío, pienso, está abierta aunque un montón de cuerpos  semi tronchados impiden casi el acceso. 
Debo pisotearlos y trepar sobre ellos para poder entrar.

Están podridos y llenos de gusanos que corren por mis manos y brazos cuando me agarro a algún cuerpo. Pero debo contener las nauseas y el asco que revuelve mis tripas. El miedo a permanecer fuera hace que trepe la montaña de cuerpos y baje reptando por ella.

Cuando estoy abajo sacudo mis ropas, manos y pies procurando que todos los bichos asquerosos caigan al suelo.
Está muy oscuro, la luz de fuera va menguando y los cuerpos que obstruyen la entrada impiden que entre el menor atisbo de claridad.

Ando unos diez metros agarrándome a las paredes como un ciego, tropezando con cuerpos y objetos que no veo, hasta que al final doblo a la derecha por otro pasillo. Tropiezo y caigo de bruces contra una masa blanda que parece moverse ante mi peso.

Ten cuidado joder, me dice una voz ronca que sale de la obscuridad, te has caído encima de mi.
Lo siento, lo siento, no veo nada.

Ya te acostumbrarás a la obscuridad y podrás distinguir las formas y los obstáculos.

¿Quien eres?. ¿Por que has venido a este infierno de muerte?. 

Tengo que pasar la noche fuera de mi casa, he venido a buscar a un amigo y no puedo entrar en el edificio. No se si está o no, pues lógicamente el portero automático no
funciona y nadie entra o sale por el portal.

Estás loco saliendo de tu casa, la calle es un lugar de muerte, robos, dolor y asesinatos. Te lo digo yo que llevo sobreviviendo varios días y he visto de todo. 
Mi casa se incendió cuando hicieron una gran hoguera con cientos de cuerpos putrefactos y tuve que salir a escape.
Vivía solo, estaba estudiando en Madrid cuando todo esto empezó, mi familia vive al sur de los Pirineos y no tengo medios para irme con ellos.
Estoy atrapado en esta ciudad maldita y no se me ocurre la forma de escapar. 
Por el día voy atravesando la ciudad hacia el norte, cuando se acerca la noche busco una boca de metro y me atrinchero en ella esperando otra vez la luz para seguir andando. 
Quiero escapar de aquí como sea.

Mi nombre el Luís, tengo veintitrés años, y tu como te llamas.
Soy Emiliano, ya paso de los sesenta y cinco, estoy retirado y me gustaba escribir en un blog.

¿En un blog?, que original, no conozco a nadie que lo hiciera.

Aquí tienes uno, llevo casi tres años haciéndolo.

¿Y de que trata tu blog si puede saberse?

De todo un poco, de mis pensamientos, experiencias, mi familia, mi gato "Gatufo", a veces de política o historia, y así voy de tema en tema, escribo lo primero que se me ocurre y desembucho fuera de mi cuerpo y de mi mente, las preocupaciones o sentimientos que pasan por mi cabeza.

Majo, pues si sobrevives a esta y las cosas vuelven a su normalidad vas a tener un montón de experiencias que relatar.
Ja, ja, va a ser bueno leerte una vez que pase todo este caos.
 
 
Luis, me encanta que pienses así, que digas "cuando pase todo esto", ¿de verdad crees que pasará?.

Si, lo creo, el ser humano se ha visto en peores circunstancias. ¿Has oido hablar de la peste bubónica?.

Si claro, quien no, liquidó casi a la mitad de la población en Europa y Asia.

Toma nota Emiliano, esto pasará y quedarán vivos los mas fuertes o los mas preparados. 
Dos tercios o más de la población desaparecerá, es una limpieza necesaria a toda la podredumbre en la que se habían convertido los hombres. 
La naturaleza, la tierra se defiende así, y está bien que lo haga. 
Antes o después tenía que pasar algo parecido.


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