ANY ONE DAY (Story 3)

On a trip to Germany two years ago, I met a young man who was with us accompanying their parents.
I had a chance to talk long and followed with when their parents had gone to settle some affairs to the Consulate of Spain. 
Our affection was instantaneous despite the age difference. I found a sensible and mature person, considering that he was not yet twenty-five.

The fact of traveling with their elders on a tour for seniors almost meant to me that was safe to proceed, without not being among boys his age complex.

We have a deep and sincere friendship although we have not seen too many times.

I'm thinking about the possible companion Gloria and her son on the journey of survival that project done soon.

The plans of the I do not know, it may have been and gone with their parents in search of other places with chance of survival.

I have to go home as the communications are limited and it is impossible almost use the web, without electricity or phone line most of the time.

It's a risky and dangerous journey through the city. 
There curfew what I have to leave very early and return home before dark.

I try again and again to use mobile, impossible, there is no coverage or just does not ring when I call. I have no idea what happened with connections or phone companies.

I doubt women tell them something, but how do I justify my departure out of the house ?. Perhaps the best is tell the truth but certainly is going to oppose my departure.

I do not approach it again, it's pitch dark and we made ​​some dinner. Before going to bed I mentioned it to the two. My wife is silent and reflect, Gloria immediately tells me not to, you do not you go out looking for someone to travel with me, I can manage on my own.

You have no chance, I replied to him. 
If this friend is willing to travel at your own risk, or only with their parents, is sure to take with them.
And I have to find out if it is, if they have already gone, or if do not want to leave home and go to stay in Madrid.

My loving wife looks at me and says, do what you must do but think about us and be very careful. We'll be waiting.

With this is enough for me, she approves of my decision even if it hurts deeply to be left alone.
For her others, the people you love are always first, then last she is. She has always been so, and has acted in this way.

Now you want your friend and the little travel insurance, it will hurt a lot to go but think only what is best for them.
Just feels to me, loves me more than anything in the world but I do understand what you consider it my duty and will not hinder or inconvenience.

Inwardly I thank him for it, although previously knew which would be his answer, however much it hurt him.

In that environment tense and painful we go to sleep waiting for a new day lead us to a different situation, and waking all has been the result of a bad dream, or a nightmare.

It is a nightmare or a bad dream, I am walking on the street in agony, I go to the house of my young friend no hope of finding it.

The stench is terrible, I go out into the street the putrefaction around me everywhere. 
Miles tons of garbage are piled to anywhere you look. 
The fallen trees are dumping pasture systematic destruction of all wood that formed the trunk and branches.
The leaves have disappeared, they have become blackish dust that invades everything .

The vision is obscene, millions of tiny larvae, worms and other microorganisms abound in the trunks and branches broken off which in turn will undoing in stinking heaps reports gray and continue hindering the passage.
The final process seems to be pure decomposition and unclean dust accumulated by thousands of tonnes.

Everything is gray, opaque, no transparency in the room. 
The view is limited to a few tens of meters without appearing to sunlight achieved through the barrier of dust suspended.

Lots of reports forms lie I accumulated on the ground. 
I approached to see what they are and a horrible smell me away. 
I do not want to go back, I have to do that is not what I'm imagining, and again I approached one of them.

The worst is confirmed. They are dead people piled in the middle of the street bodies. The army has been collecting and hoarding, so ?. 

I'm watching bonfires are perceived as different in the gray light of dawn tremendous.
They are burning the bodies when the piles are huge. By the spread of fire some buildings that surround the fires are blackened and some burned. And the people who inhabited them, where they are ?. 
evicted or killed also, of course, but I assume that hundreds of thousands have been leaving the city killed or died while trying to escape under cover of night.
Many swell piles I'm spotting, this step is not necessary that asphyxia account all of us.

The soldiers will incessantly circulating equipped with masks and armed with rifles with bayonets, bows and big knives hanging from their belts.

Now I mean the absence of shots that I attributed to that there were no riots or revolts. 

No, there is no gunshots, no one can run, given a silent and effective death.
I notice more and see that the ground is pasty in a mixture report dust, debris and blood.

The blood is mixed with everything and form a mass that is forming capricious and reports resecting the garbage accumulated forms.

It is frightening to imagine that they have become
the streets of the big city. 

At night the hell breaks loose in the form of summary executions of anyone who circulates without special permission from transit, or at least is what I assume, although it may be that these permissions are already exist.

If they exist, who has them and that are issued ? I wonder.

Reports figures are appearing in the buildings, which in silence and dragging some belongings walk in silence, no one knows where or how intentions. 

All I can imagine, fleeing risking that night they caught exposed and pass part of the piles of dead are piled everywhere waiting to be incinerated.

There is no compassion I think, night falls and anyone caught outside houses is executed without mercy, when not allowed to pass.

I am imagining, but It is what happens when I see dozens of bodies piled one hundred or two hundred meters.

The vision of my environment is horrible, but the unspeakable plague that attacks my senses makes it almost impossible to imagine anything other than follow, step after another, do not ask, do not talk, do not think.

One more step, and another, do not look, do not think, continue your way until you reach your destination and you achieve into a safe haven, if it already exists somewhere.

My home is sure yet, I think, but for how long ?. 

The fatigue comes over me, I will fall from time to time, and will be the end of everything.

The idea tempts me, let yourself go, lie down on the floor and wait I tell me your final. Everything will be easier as well, will end your worries, put an end to this endless nightmare that leads nowhere.
I dropped it, I dropped the idea is attractive and I'm about to lean against a wall and slide down to the ground when a tiny form walking clutching the hand of another bigger form invades my view.
It is a small dragged almost by the hand of his mother or father, no way of knowing.

The memory of small living at home fills my mind and it keeps me off right there. You must follow, I say, do not leave, it would be unforgivable to do it. They still have a chance, you do not. And let you die when the time comes and you are home.


The idea of home, of my bed, lie down and wait for the end I come as a balm that relieves fatigue. But even the hope of providing an opportunity for salvation to Gloria and her little makes me move my feet, one after another, another step, and so gradually after hours of walking I spot the house I want.

There will be someone in it or anything this effort has not been for nothing.

 I'm stupid, I repeat again and again, as you have committed an error of this nature.
Do not you think?
There is no doubt you are overtaken by events, you from thinking, it seems incredible that for years were a good chess player.

It is not for less. Took two hours stalking the door of the apartment of my friend, hoping someone enters or exits to sneak inside, and no one has appeared in it or tried to open it from outside.
The building appears to be dead, no movement, no light, How could I be light, stupid ?, nobody in or out and I thought contact idiot like Michael. By calling a bell that sounds ?. No phone line, no electricity, I can not knock on his door as two iron gates prevent access. Someone has to open up and use the key to enter the building. I've been here two hours, it is almost dusk, not if my friend or your family are at home or have left, is almost night and very early curfew prevented from being on the street.
What do ?.
die , stupid, my name again. 
You are about to lose their lives unnecessarily, you've made ​​a mistake in the round, as you leave your house without informing you go ?, to be alert to franquearte step. 
You thought you were going to get, you called with the intercom, you would open or not depending on whether they were at home or were already gone.
What fool ?, electricity, which let electricity to operate the goalkeeper ?.

Calm down and think, I mean, do not get nothing insulting. 
Think, think, that you can do to save your life.

Find a shelter before it's too late. You stay in without moving or murmur, and expect to spend the night.
Tomorrow you'll see what you do.

A shelter, where ?, think, think.

It makes me light in a flash, find a subway exit . 
There is a close, and although trains do not work for some time, maybe you can enter the tunnel and take shelter in. 

That said and done, I sit, I'll avoiding obstacles and stamping all kinds of bugs and filth. Not attend to the sounds they make my boots on the ground, better not see what my feet trample. 
I try not sneak because if I fall and not get up. There are piles of charred bodies here and there, the smell is a physical barrier that prevents me from walking or breathing. I have a terrible pain in the throat and lungs. I'm swallowing the smoke, dust, filth in the air, and hardly I grok enough oxygen to move.
Each step I needed a strong will not knock me down and let me die on, swallowing filth or suffocate directly with indescribable mud flooded the streets.

I am facing the subway.

Thank God, I think, is open but a lot of semi tronchados bodies prevent almost access. 
I must trample and climb over them to get in.

They are rotting and full of worms that run through my hands and arms when I grabbed some body. But I must contain nausea and disgust that stirs my guts. The fear of staying out makes climb the mountain of bodies and lower crawling on it.

When I'm down I shake my clothes, hands and feet ensuring that all vermin fall to the ground.
It's dark, the light from outside is shrinking and bodies prevent obstructing the entrance between the slightest hint of clarity.

Ando about ten meters clinging to the walls like a blind man stumbling over bodies and objects that do not see, until finally bend right into another hallway. Stumble and fall headlong into a soft mass that seems to move at my weight.

Be careful fuck, I said a hoarse voice from the dark, you have fallen on me.
Sorry, sorry, I see nothing.

Now you You get used to the dark and you can make out shapes and obstacles.

Who are you ?. Why have you come to this hell of death ?. 

I have to spend the night outside my house, I came for a friend and can not enter the building. Not whether or not you, then logically the intercom not
working and no one enters or leaves through the gate.

You're crazy out of your house, the street is a place of death, theft, murder and pain. I tell you I've been surviving several days and have seen it all. 
My house burned when they made ​​a bonfire with hundreds of rotting bodies and had to leave to escape.
He lived alone, was studying in Madrid when all this started, my family live south of the Pyrenees and have no means to go with them.
I'm stuck in this damn city and I can think of a way to escape. 
On the day I'm going across town to the north, when night approaches seek a mouth Metro and I dug into it expecting again light to keep going. 
I want out of here somehow.

My name's Louis, I have twenty-three, and what's your name.
I am Emiliano, since passage of sixty-five, I'm retired and I liked to write in a blog.

In a blog ?, as the original, do not know anyone who did.

Here you have one, I took almost three years to do so.

And that is your blog if I may ask?

From a whole some of my thoughts, experiences, my family, my cat "Gatufo" sometimes politics or history, and so am from topic to topic, write the first thing that comes to mind and desembucho out of my body and my mind, concerns or feelings that go through my head.

Majo, because if you survive this and things are back to their'll normally have a lot of experiences to relate.
Ha ha, will be good to read you once you pass all this chaos .


Luis, I love you think so, you say "when all this is over," do you really think will happen ?.

Yes, I think, man has been in worse circumstances. Have you heard of the bubonic plague ?.

Yeah right, who not settled almost half of the population in Europe and Asia.

Notes Emiliano, it will remain alive and the strongest or the most prepared. 
Two-thirds or more of the population will disappear, it is necessary to clean all the rottenness in which they had become men. 
The nature, the earth is defended well, and well to do it. 
Sooner or later it had to happen something.

el gatufo

will continue......

SABADOS

Sábado, el día que le gusta a casi todo el mundo, fin de semana por delante y tiempo para el ocio en perspectiva.
En mi caso es igual un sábado que un lunes, si me apuras casi prefiero el lunes, el jueves o cualquier otro día de la semana.

Se me acaba de subir mi gato, Gatufo, encima de las piernas y no me deja teclear, no le parece correcto que a el no le haga caso y protesta, pega un salto y pone las patas encima del teclado, o de pie sobre mis rodillas no me deja ver el monitor. 
Finalmente se acuesta sobre mi regazo y comienza a rutar.
Ha hecho lo suficiente para que yo pierda el hilo de lo que deseaba contar que suele ser una sarta de tonterías.

He seguido ordenando y recolocando cosas, auriculares, cd., libros, mas cds, videos, libros, mas auriculares, y según hago esta labor no dejo de evaluar lo absurdo de tanta compra.

No tendré tiempo para nada, me falta medio telediario para transitar por el rio Estigia, y escribiendo esto vuelvo a meter la pata pues no es así como nos dice la mitología griega.

Y es el disparate mas común entre los hombres, atesoramos propiedades, dinero, mas dinero, casas, chalets, y cualquier otro bien que ni en siete vidas podríamos disfrutar.

¿Y el tiempo necesario para gozar de todo lo atesorado, quien lo tiene?.
Casi nadie, cuando niño hay que ir a la escuela, de adolescente al instituto, de joven a la universidad, de adulto serás afortunado si encuentras un trabajo que te ocupara todas las horas del día. Si encima eres mujer y madre, tus hijos no te darán tregua ni descanso cuando regreses a casa, y con suerte  puede que tu pareja se ocupe también de ellos y de las tareas domésticas.

De mayor estarás pensando en jubilarte para gestionar horas de tiempo libre que te permitirán hacer todo lo que has postergado. Leer, pasear, viajar, escuchar música, y disfrutar del apartamento que con esfuerzo compraste y solo has ocupado en semana santa y algún fin de semana.

Ilusión vana, cuando te has jubilado estarás mas ocupado que nunca. Si tienes nietos vas apañado, tus hijos van a necesitar que les ayudes un día y otro, a lo largo del año infinidad de días los tendrás en tu casa, lo llevas a la guardería, los recoges, les llevarás al cole, les irás a recoger, les traerás a tu casa.

¿Y tus libros?, ¿y la música?, ¿y tus viajes?, y en definitiva todas tus propiedades a las que pensabas dedicar tu tiempo libre ¿para que te sirven?.

En la barca de Caronte no te puedes llevar nada, partes desnudo, sólo una moneda les ponían los Griegos al cadáver en la boca, para pagar al barquero. 
Nosotros ni eso, y yo me paso el día colocando y recolocando mis libros, cds., películas y reproductores mp3, que nunca ni en siete vidas podría ver, leer o escuchar.

Lo mejor y lo que ya he empezado a hacer es regalar los que pueda o gusten y el resto ir desahaciendome de todos ellos.
Menudo disparate coleccionar tantas cosas.

Helsinki

el gatufo

VIAJAR ES PERDERSE

ESTOCOLMO  SUECIA

No entiendo a las personas que pretenden viajar a lugares lejanos de donde habitan y arrastran sus costumbres hasta límites que resultan ridiculos una vez fuera del lar en el que viven.

Europa no tiene ya esas barreras y es un alivio, no obstante las fronteras son las diferentes mentalidades y costumbres de los habitantes de cada region que para nada son ni parecidas las unas de las otras.

Viajo poco en grupo y cada vez me cuesta mas hacerlo pues el grupo arrastra consigo todo lo que debería haber quedado atras si sales de tu casa.
Si no lo haces, si pretendes que la leche esté caliente, la carne de la manera que te gusta, las patatas peladas, el café expreso, los horarios similares a los tuyos, que no llueva, que las comidas sean parecidas a las de tu región, y así multitud de pegas y protestas es mejor ponerte un video de las ciudades que vas a visitar para tranquilamente, con una cerveza, unas patatas fritas, o un pincho de tortilla, lo veas repantigado en el sofá de tu casa.

Suele ser la eterna canción cuando he salido en grupos con viaje organizado y todo incluido.
Protestas, quejas, añoranzas de lo que se deja en casa, y falta de adaptación a la cultura o costumbres del país que se visita.

La falta de integración a la cultura ajena es total y absoluta, arrastramos fuera nuestro vivir cotidiano, pretendemos comer igual que en casa o en nuestra ciudad e incluso nos quejamos de lo mal que dormimos pues extrañamos las camas que generosamente el hotel pone a nuestra disposición.

Sinceramente quedénse en casa, "viaje organizado" no es viajar y cada vez el simulacro de viaje es manifiestamente peor.
No se habla con los naturales de la región o ciudad que se visita con lo que el desconocimiento es igual antes que despues.
Da igual donde se haya ido, nada queda de la auténtica indisioncrasia de la ciudad vista, nada se sabe de su historia y menos todavia de sus costumbres o de la vida de sus habitantes que ni tan siquiera hemos observado.
Como borregos en grupo no se observa nada, se habla de lo que hemos dejado en casa, de viajes anteriores, de nuestra familia, de los hijos, de los nietos y lo que es peor de "nuestras dolencias". Movil en la mano telefoneamos o nos llaman de continuo con lo que la inserción en el desconocido entorno es nula.

El resultado del viaje organizado es una amalgama de visiones que se olvidan rápidamente pues no hay experiencia real de lo que es viajar asimilando otras costumbres muy diferentes de las nuestras.

Viajar es perderse, buscarse la vida uno mísmo, reservar hoteles o pensiones, tomar transportes públicos, observar a la gente, hablar con ella, preguntar, interesarse por otros ritmos y costumbres de vida, asimilar vivencias comprometidas, sentir frio, sed, calor, temor a lo desconocido, superarlo, y apañarse por uno mismo en un lugar extraño en el que pueden hablar un idioma muy diferente al nuestro.

Si, es necesario el Ingles pero no hace falta saber mucho, con unas cuantas expresiones y un buen diccionario se sale siempre de cualquier conflicto o apuro. 
Además existe el idioma universal de los signos, el que casi todo el mundo entiende, o tomar el mapa y señalar el punto donde queremos llegar.

  Stockholm

Cientos de miles de turistas inundan las calles de ciudades emblemáticas aunque muchos de ellos acompañados por sus guias que como pastores conducen a sus ovejas a paso rápido.
Unas rápidas fotos, una somera explicación, y al cajón con ruedas que es el autocar.

Turismo moderno nada que ver con lo que fué "viajar" en su momento aunque si es cierto que muchos jóvenes, y no tan jóvenes, prefieren hacerlo por su cuenta y viajar a la antigua usanza utilizando la tecnología moderna para reservar, programar y tener la seguridad de no quedarse a la interperie.
Aunque eso sucediera con buen tiempo tampoco sería tan grave pues decenas de miles de personas "sin techo" viven de continuo en las calles de nuestras ciudades aunque tampoco los vemos.

Es indudable que muchas personas no podrían conocer otros paises o ciudades del extranjero si no fuera con los viajes organizados, pero lo que uno si espera encontrar es interes en lo que se observa, falta de quejas, costumbre de comer de todo, educación hacia lo que nos rodea, algo de aventura sin formar grupos compactos que excluyen a los que viajan solos o no les caen simpaticos y esto precisamente no suele abundar últimamente.

A lo largo de mi vida he realizado algunos viajes de este tipo, generalmente con mi esposa, y debo reconocer que lentamente han ido derivando a peor.

Por la edad e incluso por tranquilizar a mi familia debo someterme a este tipo de viajes organizados o relámpagos si no encuentro a el compañero libre para poder acompañarme y hacerlo por nuestra cuenta, es lástima pues el último que he hecho ha sido genial respecto a lo visitado, no tan bueno respecto al grupo viajero salvo gloriosas y gratas excepciones que agradezco desde aquí mísmo y atesoro en mis recuerdos.

Por mi parte cuando he podido estar solo he disfrutado a tope, lástima que los hoteles estaban siempre en el "quinto pino" en vez del centro de la ciudad y esto representa un fastidioso inconveniente.

el gatufo 

SOONER OR LATER

Where is the sun
where is the sky
where is my love
where she has gone
Far away from home
you need to go
what can I do
when you be not
Too much to feel
too much to think
not now but soon
she will be not home
Without you I must go
extrange I will feel
inside these oppressive walls
when you will be not


Sooner or later Cuca will be not here at home with me, I try not to think too much  about it, but ahead it is the real fact.
What will I do, not any idea but it is sure that the house will be not home any  more.
Multiple Sclerosis is making it´s bad work inside her and after resisting me for  a long time at last it has been necessary to ask for a nursing where she could  receive a good care.
Doctor said me that once and again, so finally after talking with the social assistant  and listening to her I gave my arm twisted and have done what they told me.
May be a year of waiting, six months, I don´t really know but little by little my  mind is accepting the idea of letting her going out home.
In some way it is possible she could be better than here but not me that start  to miss her before the fact happens.

el gatufo

ANY ONE DAY (Story 2)

I keep watching TV without seeing it, I do not pay attention to what the speaker, what strange glitches ?,.
Do all strings with technical problems ?, I do not believe it and say nothing to no worse fears of the two women.
The boy, Tony ?, Pedrito or call him Tony, is nestled against his mother and still not speaking though his face no longer shows the tension that had a few hours ago.

I leave the room and turned on the radio, a station must read what is happening, I think, I have luck and it is.
Achievement capture a pirate station where they are saying that the army has taken all television and radio, want to control what is broadcast so that people not be alarmed over what that's it.
The slogan is "not panic" with adverse news.
They are not aware that severing the information people Alarm much more.

Already riots and demonstrations in several European cities.
In Paris and London have repressed Mass demonstrations harshly and there are hundreds of detainees and several deaths.
People want to know what is happening and that his government is taking measures to address the problem.

Nothing easier to ask measures to tackle the problem, but which ?. I can not think, I am a retired 65 who barely can take care of my wife and take my house, which I know to tackle problems of this global nature if not I can not even afford my own.

I prejubilé of I work in a bank 52 years. After three years and believe me free prejubilarme tasks Maria was diagnosed with "multiple sclerosis" so I took the reins of the house and started to care.

Previously she had cared for me and my three daughters. He had done with love and total dedication. 
The debt of love to her was huge, priceless, well, who would take care of it better than me ?. I think no one, and she just accepted that it was I who by herself and the house was done.

My daughters were no longer with us, had their own life, and Mary did not want them involved at all in our own problems.

I return the reality of what is happening and stop thinking about my affairs that do not interest anyone.

Not to do, go out and buy more batteries ?, even a stove will be necessary if the power goes out, and candles, matches, and alcohol or gas for cooking if I can not use the kitchen.

It is necessary to list the most necessary to stay and endure in the house as long as possible.

Medications also, I have to go through the pharmacy before they happen monitor medications.

Mary does not take all that much, a drug that relieves their pain, is a "fluoxetine" antidepressant but I have to have a doctor's prescription.
Did they ask you now with this situation ?, I hope not, but I have another box to spend nearly thirty days.
In my case I need painkillers, who does not ?, alcohol, a disinfectant, thinks, I tell myself.  

Make a list asap everything you need and get out there before it's too late.

I have to calm down and think coolly. And the child ?, What will need a kid that age ?. I do not remember his age if his mother told me so, appears six years, but I do not know, I have to ask Gloria, she will tell me what the poor need.

Any soothing ?. But a little kid like not take painkillers, stupid me say, think, think and do not lose your head, see if the painkillers will need yourself.

It would not be uncommon, two years ago I had a dreadful depression, thought would not leave her.
I left, keep taking the medication you take Cuca, my wife, the "fluoxetine" generic that years ago was marketed under the brand "Prozac" even books were written about it.

Who cares about that now, Emilian , turns on you and let stories.



I go out of my reverie, I'm being called and not the first time.

Cuca (pet name) tells me that they will give an official statement in ten minutes, they said please be very attentive and serve to spread the news to family , friends, or neighbors, it is very important to keep in mind.

I fear the worst, and I confirm my suspicions when President flanked by military commanders and the police show up.
It addresses the Spaniards in a brief speech and communicates to us that according to the Cabinet of urgency consists in Brussels, throughout the European Union, starting tomorrow is established "curfew" for all territories of the Union.
It will be in effect from twelve o'clock until six dawn, only people who must work at night or will fulfill tasks required a special pass to circulate and must now ask their companies and agencies.
It makes for the good of all, he adds, and to the extraordinary situation Some of the constituents rights of citizens are suspended until we have full control of what is happening. 

The announcement will create panic was not yet unleashed. My projects surtirme of the most necessary for survival becomes more difficult. Today I have to leave if I want to bring some needed. 

I leave ya, I tell Cuca and Gloria, I'll buy a few things before they run out.
I grab my bank cards, a handful of bills, my shoulder, what a gun, I think ?. Not for now, do not be exaggerated, in addition to gun, a knife?
You do not have anything and are incapable of using it. 
Have you gone mad ?. and 
desist, and go quickly without waiting for the elevator that always lingers or I can let trapped.

People are leaving their homes, want to monopolize whatever before it runs out, they thought the same as me and no one will attend reasons.

No one in the bank tellers area, cashiers not provide any money and some are broken.
I have to make do with the cash if they find something to buy.

Riots in every supermarket controlled by the army. Nobody makes row and everyone wants to come at once, grabbing what they can and unpaid, no time or employees.
Gunshots heard in the cool look, and in view of the panorama I address some of the pharmacies that caught me close .

Two, three, closed up tight. 
At last I see one that has light and some people wait outside.
No tumult as in supermarkets, wonder and I say if, dispatched even without prescription.

When I'm at the counter I ask everything you can think of, the young man who serves me tells me that only one package of each drug per person. No more than yourself solidarity, tells me.
OK, young, but is an ongoing chronic treatment. I need at least two or three boxes of "fluoxetine" and also anti inflammatory, I tell my wife suffers from "multiple sclerosis", well sir, but not abuse.
I get three packs of medication, two of the anti inflammatory, alcohol, hydrogen peroxide, bandages, two or three of analgesics, and nothing else, is enough
said.
Pay what you ask without thinking and go faster than he repents. 
It has gotten out and begin to aggregate a large number of people in the door.
Luckily, I think, have arrived on time thank God.

Now to find a hardware store or shop around for one euro. 
You're last in the hands of the Chinese community. I hope that one is open and supplies last.

I'm journeying from one store to another, all are no stocks and some even looted, do memory and remember a small situated in a passageway little busy.
It is open, and immediately entered and I quickly grabbing everything I get it. 
There are too many items, but take a flashlight, several packs of batteries, a tool, large nails and a big hammer, matches, candles, disposable containers, garbage bags, and finally a large stock of all what occurs to me as I see in the middle shelves empty since. 
Buy a large duffel bag and introduce all bought into it.
I also purchased an ax and a machete, there were just two, without thinking I gripped them and take them hanging from my belt when I leave the store. Hardly nothing left, several buyers were doing what I, taking everything almost.

A good step and alert I go back to my house.
  A safe for today I think, as I open the door and hear the voices of Gloria, Cuca and child. 
It will be possible, is already saying something small, I do not want to go and scare him. 
If I do certainly shut up, so I walked in silence, I grabbed Gatufo waiting for me and I go to the studio where I have my stuff .
Storage on the floor, carefully, shopping and immediately my cat starts to smell the bags. He always wants to know everything that goes into the house and did not seem happy having a baby inside her.

I expected glued to the front door and then was knocked down to him scratch his belly.
How lucky you Gatufo, I think, you do not hear of anything that's happening out there.

I put the radio, and I try to tune in a station on the other side of the Atlantic. 
At last, I understand that it is Saint Paul, Minnesota, USA, are giving news what happens in Canada. 
They say the disaster has not been so great in remote regions of British Columbia, it appears that large forests of the Rocky being saved until the time of disaster.

Alaska is also safe, say, recommend people to stay in their homes, in their cities, and not to rush into regions that still retain the trees.
They think that if the forest reserves are careful, will subsequently retransplantation, which would be a very good option to try to save the planet.

Good news, what say good? They are wonderful news coming up my spirits as one can imagine.
The world will not end today, God is merciful to the human race after all and do not want to erase from the face of this earth but we deserve it.

Two years ago my faith had it disappeared altogether from not remember when it was a convinced agnostic years, after spending a severe depression my mind and my spirit took a turn-eighty and now if I think, or at least try hard day after day.

I feel that God is there and hears us, although I do not believe or do not feel this sense of solidarity faith.
Hearing this news a deep joy
is spreading inside me. 

All is not lost for man, we learn ever not abuse this land that welcomes us ?. This will be a final notice, hopefully it is, and have a second chance.
I struggle to contain my joy and not give false hope to my people. 
Canada or Alaska are far away, and who tells me that in a few days would not be Like Europe ?.  
Calla not be mad, I say, and think it will not be the end of everything.

I'll see to Cuca, Gloria and small. TV sounds and remain very quiet.

 When I arrive I see you are giving just the news. 
There woodland in some places, they say, 
trust in other remote places on earth can retained trees, and recommend that we do not lose calm and hope. 
It is a crisis will happen, say although not know when.

At the moment the "curfew" remains in force for tomorrow in Europe and recommend not going outside. 
The soldiers and police have precise instructions not to allow circular anyone without permission in rule . If an emergency occurs recommend phoning emergency and expect not leave for any reason, esperaren for someone to go to the call.

We looked,  smiled with relief and hope lies between us as a soft and comfortable garment that comforts us .
Even little smiles and hugs her mother tightly. 

It's time we take something and go to bed, tomorrow is another day I think, a new day in this nightmare.

Gloria joins me in the kitchen and asks me if wish she prepares dinner.
With infinite relief would say yes, please put what is happening and told him where I keep the supplies.
No need to tell you that is austere with rations have to last us as possible, she knows it all too well and I think make it right.

I'll prepare the room for herself and her son, sure to be very tired and confirming my prognosis for dinner retire to the room.

We were alone Cuca, Gatufo and I, the Pussycat climbs over me as he always does and immediately falls asleep over my legs.


My lap or my thighs are the best Gatufo bed, sleep tight there soon after perching, and often the two together ronquemos . 
It relaxes me feel you up, emits an extremely pleasant warmth toning my joints and relax.

We spent some time in silence before getting ready to go to bed.
In recent years Cuca need my help for bed. I help him sit up, toileting, grooming, undress, lie in bed and finally let him lying before I do it myself.

Gatufo always with us, wants to play and gets in the middle, between her legs and no leaves her walking with her ​​walker the short distance makes from the wheelchair to the toilet or bed.

Never before have we prayed together, after many years of marriage in which she prayed silently and I slept right away, now we do it aloud. Usually me who the father asks God to protect us, to take care of our daughters and friends, forgive our faults, and always thank the three together in bed.
Gatufo always sleeps in the middle of the two. First he puts our feet when passing a while stealthy slides upwards and is placed too complacent in our midst. Crush Clothing and Cuca usually left uncovered as it sticks to it.

It is our daily ritual, once in bed and all is peace until the next day.
Lately that peace has disappeared from my head. I think what's going on for days and no council sleep.

Tonight I have a glimmer of hope and begin to feel that you are not running around.

We're going to be more complicated still four, will have to manage food thoroughly, but then I'll have help with Gloria to take care of the house and Cuca. 
It seems a strong and courageous young, sure will fit in well with us as long as this crisis. Then we'll find solutions for herself and her son.

With this thought I manage to fall asleep and move on, but my hard scarcely six hours sleep, suddenly I'm awake and wanting to throw me out of bed.
The first thought goes into the trees, it is not possible to have collapsed, did I dreamed? .
I go to the living room and peered across the street crystals viewpoint. The trees of the avenue where I live are lying on the asphalt and sidewalk. 

All leaves are huge piles that the wind carries from one place to another, making breathing a painful labor.
There will be billions of leaves fluttering all cities, all at once and no one managed to collect as was done before.

What does this government of monitor, trigger and control food. 
He would have to clear the streets of fallen trees and rotten branches, millions of leaves in the soil dusted everything. 
Allergies and coughs that accompany the common denominator to all. Even those who were not allergic before now are acquiring and conditions of asthma must be increasing to unsuspected.

Who cares about the situation we live ?, of course the authorities not only concerned with control, restrict and filter the news coming.

Absorbed I dozed until a loud noise does wake me from my sleep.
They're knocking on the door, not if you go see who is not expecting anyone and I have no mood for visitors.
They insist more strongly and I hear they call me Emiliano opens, we are. Opens please and call back with his knuckles.

I open immediately, they are not expected friends, living above us and did not know they were here.

Gatufo is not hidden, I should have realized that knows them.

Fidel, Maria, as you are ?, Pass, Pass fast, I do not like having the door open. Less now.

I thought you were not here, that happened ?, you were not at the beach?

Do not answer if you ask me.

What is happening ?, Emiliano you have any idea ?. We were at my daughter, back before because Mary was not well.
portended something, you know who is half witch.

that not tell you, we've run out of trees, a rare disease or virus that nobody knows he has done that go plummeting in a short space of time. There is not one, and that can not happen.
The evil is global, and no provision for any alternative to the disaster.

And the consequences, which can be Emiliano ?, I asked Mary.

I imagine very, very bad in reality.
Since the world is habitable, the trees have been there, with all the needy of these animals.
Now they go, collapse and die, may be the announcement of a not habitable for any living earth, which the fall of the forests could be the first vine step eradicate animal life.

Optimistic're not to say, answer me again she is not going to be so black, I'm sure a solution will be.

Hopefully you have loved right, but no vegetation, no life, no rain, no water, no food, everything will end in a short period of time.
It is my opinion, quite pessimistic and without much discretion, but I think this world we knew he is already very little.

And our grandchildren will happen to them ?, is now the one who asks me.

I do not know Fidel, you know we do not have grandchildren, our daughters did not want to be mothers.
At the moment I am glad, and is not see future for themselves in as parched as this land.

It Emilliano, stop, your words cause me chills and I prefer not to think about anything're suggesting. 

Just as well, go to the room that you have to file a friend and her son. 

I'm dripping with sweat, it is illogical as this ending September, but it seems that the summer begins again, passing day makes it much more heat.

The idea comes immediately, is it that the absence of trees raises temperature of the planet ?, and if so, to what degree is raising temperatures go ?.

Another problem more in which to think.

It's been several days since I left for the last time on the street. 
I have not had dire need to leave the house to get something we need, and I doubt I could already find anything you need.

We have food for almost a month if we manage. I have frozen some vegetable dishes theme vitamins and not if freezing vegetables vitamin C or other follow them.

No apparent lack of this vitamin in us and perhaps soon the symptoms of this deficiency appear. 
We have no fruit, no fresh produce and possibly soon begin gum problems and other undesirable symptoms associated with a lack of vitamin C.

The last purchase I made ​​was a generator and fuel to supply rationed maximum power outages increasingly numerous.

When the power goes out we were totally disoriented, put the group for ensuring that the frozen refrigerator are not lost, just now, and to boil water or cook some food for little Pedro.

Now starts to say something, he speaks to his mother and Gatufo, my wife and I currently do not enter into his world of silence.

There are fights and killings in the streets. The authority has virtually disappeared, the police and Civil Guard have been fed without resigning incentive to suppress and preserve order. 
How to order many would wonder if there is anything ?. ¿Suppress, shoot, restrain the people who fed and hopeless out to fend ?. No, they have said, in addition to serving us wages if no where to spend them.

Do not go to work, rubbish and waste flood the streets with what the atmosphere is unbreathable. Rats and vermin of all kinds swarming everywhere so that it becomes very difficult to walk without being assaulted by them.
Nobody trusts anyone, we are all potential enemies in the streets and who had a gun carries it to defend or to attack and rob who neglects or made ​​shot.

I assume that some still go to their essential work, no light from time to time, the water continues to flow from the tap at certain times, even television there are moments that works to put programs back or give any statement.

local news are also given mostly calm and recommended, it does not come out if not strictly necessary, and pray again and again not to participate in any protest or demonstration as no longer guarantee individual rights of anyone. 

Start being the only army patrolling the streets and do not walk punches. When riots or attacks, just shoot and go collecting and piling the dead nobody knows where.

A lot of people have left the city of Madrid, have left their homes northbound waiting to get somewhere where reigns the order and especially where there They have completely disappeared trees.

In the great mountain ranges in Europe, North, Canada and Russia remain forested areas where it has not completely collapsed the entire tree forest and life has some normalcy.

These areas are heavily guarded, do not allow the entry of strangers who invade their lands and have not done anyone who has left your home, your city or even your nation aspiring to occupy a place safe from disaster. 

The more you listen to the radio and more news how are you come to my knowledge, the greater my disappointment.

I do not see a solution to this disaster nor can we leave the house. 
What do ?, I wonder again and again, but do not want betray or bring my concerns to my wife, Gloria or the kid.

What has to happen will happen, why would you disturb them or put them the fear in the body ?. I see no object, so shut up and dissimulation.

A Gatufo can not bring discouragement, though the poor cat is sad when my perceives me sad and worried.
Nothing on me or the situation will go unnoticed by my cat, and is not as playful as usual before.


We can almost breathe healthy air hardly enters into our lungs.

As the days go by the atmosphere surrounding territories treeless has lost oxygen and the deaths of living weakened or ill have multiplied to the limit.

With little electricity emits almost no television, only manifest crisis cabinet in Brussels are read, which seek to reassure the public with absurd statements calling for calm as everything will be all right soon.
Neither they believe such a thing, no hope when the air we breathe is exhausted.

The termination will not be, hunger, wars, because the sun goes out, or a multitude of nuclear explosions.
The end of living things on earth shall be for lack of trees.
According to experts, an unknown and fulminant virus has attacked the entire global forest, only near the South or North Pole territories have escaped the catastrophe. say
Lands as Canada, Finland, Russia and Norway have escaped losing their forests.
Something similar happens in southern Argentina and Chile, who knows.
Maybe the cold in these latitudes the virus has stopped, and trees are those areas that generate little it is becoming oxygen we breath.


No results for all trees produce less than they consume living beings and widespread slaughter of thousands of millions will be necessary to balance the equation.

How many living beings will need to die to balance the scales ?. Nobody knows, it is possible that only one in a hundred, or a thousand, to survive.

The army has gathered all oxygen tanks that were in hospitals and industries.
They are providing the children and people who think will be necessary for our species survive the debacle.

But I ask you, who decides who and why ?. We know nothing about the matter, only remains for us to wait and stop completely in our activity to consume less oxygen as possible.

We are choking hopeless, it's only a matter of time, and despair or depression takes its toll on the entire human species.

At home our discouragement can not be concealed. The little whimpers of continuous coughing for almost all day and seems an asthmatic child when he had never been before.
His mother is desperate and he says it is willing to go north for your child better. 
I try to discourage because I think we have very little chance to come alive, but I have no arguments to desist, because here they can expect ?. 
To die millions of people to the atmosphere breathable for survivors ?.

makes no sense when his child has symptoms of utter exhaustion and asthma is preying on his lungs.

By age maybe my wife and myself need less oxygen our lungs no longer have the ability of a young and our bodies do not need much worn consumption the vital air to survive. 

Are you still thinking about go away ?, I ask her.

Yes, I have no choice. I can not witness inactive as life is leaving my son, I must do something, whatever. 
Although it costs us both life want to try.

I can not tell you anything to comfort you, I do not think that staying here you can expect to survive.

If my wife could walk and we were somewhat younger would go we with you as well, as we can not go with you.

I understand, and do not worry about us, we have a chance if we leave early, before the rout is general and million people begin to move towards northern Europe and Russia. 
We may have to walk thousands of miles or find some living means of transportation that can be dodging obstacles.

I'll see what I can do to facilitaros long journey. I'll contact some of my young friends to see if you can one go. We will have to look for a horse or mule that can make the journey with you. 

It will be very hard to find, and will cost a lot of money tells me.

It's just in a few days the money will be worthless assuming now worth something, which I doubt , you will pay with gold or jewels, I guess.

You do not have to, because we'll manage.

I want to do, and make possible so that you get to a place where you may survive.


Thank you, thank you, we can never forget you. If my son and myself will we survive with your help.



will continue ....

DE NOCHE

Cuando estamos solos, sin tele, sin ordenador, sin radio, a solas con nosotros mismo, ¿acaso pensamos?.

Reflexionamos sobre la vida que vivimos, lo que hacemos, lo que desearíamos hacer con esa vida que se nos va, una día menos de vida, una noche que no vuelve, y así un dia mas tras otro.
¿Pensamos en qué hacemos para mejorar?

Nos enfrentamos a nuestra realidad o simplemente apagamos el televisor, tras vivir vidas e historias ajenas, y nos sumergimos en la cama pensando en la jornada de mañana, en que se ha acabado el fin de semana, y que mañana es lunes.
O lo cabreados que estamos con este, con aquel, por que no tenemos trabajo o por que nos explotan.

Punto, nada mas, y así ¿hasta cuando?, me pregunto.

¿Qué he hecho yo para mejorar mi vida como persona?. 
Y no se trata de ganar mas dinero, ni de trabajar menos, ni de tener o no tener razón, de si ir o no ir de vacaciones, de si perderé o no perderé el trabajo, de si me gusta esta o aquel, de si mis hijos no me dan tregua, de lo desgraciado o desgraciada que me siento, de si nadie me comprende y así un rosario de quejas o lamentaciones.
¿Qué he hecho o hago yo con mi vida?

¿Acaso te comprendes tu a ti mismo?

Sinceramente la mayor parte del tiempo yo no me comprendo. No entiendo mi plan de gastos, ni lo que hago para ser mas o menos feliz, no entiendo lo que estoy haciendo con mi vida, menos aún entiendo a los que me rodean si no acabo de encontrar mi equilibrio.

Esa podría ser una reflexión, o justo la contraria, hago lo que debo, lo que me hace feliz, puedo mejorar así o no, privándome de estos caprichos, hablando más con mi pareja o mis hijos.

Compartiendo, entendiendo, siendo humilde, desde este momento, hago las paces con este o aquel.

Esa es la cuestión que me, nos, convendría meditar de vez en cuando. 
Justo cuando estamos a solas, en silencio, sin nada que no entretenga, en la noche, cuando el día se acaba.

Hoy desearía hacerlo, justo ahora por ello escribo y me pregunto que hago de mi vida.

¿Me gusta?
¿Puedo cambiarla?
¿No puedo y seguiré como hasta ahora?
¿Estoy bien con mi pareja?
¿Desearía estar solo? 
¿Acompañado por otra persona?

¿Acaso hay alguien que se haga estas preguntas una sola vez
al mes?

No estoy en la mente de vosotros pero a veces dudo que nos planteemos nuestra vida con sinceridad, sin miedo a enfrentarnos con nosotros mismos.

Buenas noches y mejores sueños.

el gatufo

FRIO Y MEMORIAS

Cuanto frío pueden pasar unos críos en el crudo invierno de Madrid en la postguerra cuando no hay nada para calentarse.

El carbón era carísimo, las astillas para prender la lumbre mojadas, y los recursos para las gentes que vivían en los cincuenta muy limitados.
Carbón, era la pesadilla en el invierno, carbón que arda y caliente los huesos helados hasta los tuétanos.

No había con que calentarse, lo mejor salir a la calle y correr, jugar al rescate, tu la llevas, el escondite a llamar a las puertas, policías y ladrones, de esta forma se pasaban las horas sin pensar en el frío, el hambre o las privaciones.

Chicos y chicas menores de once o doce años pasaban su tiempo libre en la calle, saltando, chillando, jugando. El frio y el mal humor quedaban encerrados en las casas donde las madres se lamentaban de la escasez.

Dentro de las casas, salvo en la cocina, el frío era espantoso y los sabañones en los pies o manos era la norma general.
Como picaban y dolían por mucho que las madres se afanaran tejiendo jersey y calcetines de lana para marido e hijos.
Manos agrietadas del agua fría, costras que dolían cantidad y ninguna crema para aliviar las molestias.

Inviernos de Madrid años cuarenta y cincuenta, cuanto duraban, interminables, cuando vendrá el buen tiempo se escuchaba de continuo comentar en las tiendas o puestos callejeros.


Las cerilleras que vendían tabaco y caramelos sentadas en unas sillas de madera en mitad de la calle tiritaban de frio bajo capas y capas de ropa y algunas mantas raídas.

Los chavales cuando conseguían alguna "perra chica o gorda", cinco o diez céntimos de peseta, corrían a comprar alguna golosina, un chicle, diez de pipas o algún cigarrillo los mayores que se fumaban a escondidas de los padres.

Que pensarían estas mujeres inmóviles durante horas, sentadas a ambos lados de la calle próximas a algún cine, peleando con los críos que trataban de sisarles algún caramelo o chicle a poco que se descuidaran.
En un pequeño cesto depositaban su mercancía y así vendiendo chucherías sacarían algunos céntimos de ganancia para ir mal viviendo.

En algún otro puesto se cambiaban tebeos o novelas baratas a los muchachos que con diez céntimos de peseta conseguían cambiar algún tebeo con el que pasar la tarde, y una vez leído a cambiarlo con algún otro crio que hubiera renovado su colección por el mismo procedimiento.

El problema era siempre donde encontrar una "perra gorda" (los diez céntimos) y así completar una tarde de sábado o domingo.

Nada calmaba el frío, nada aliviaban los sabañones, picaban y dolían a rabiar. 

¿Qué hacer?. 
Aguantar, simplemente aguantar y no quejarse pues lo último era siempre cabrear a los progenitores siempre de mal humor.

Frío en la casa, frío en el colegio, frío a veces en la calle que se combatía corriendo y jugando.
¿Qué nos quedaba?.

El cine, las salas de sesión continua, todos apiñados hasta la primera fila recibiendo y dando calor humano e incluso con suerte con la calefacción encendida.
Suficiente para sentirse en la gloria y repetir las películas una y otra vez en sesiones interminables de cinco horas.

Cine, cine, cine, mas cine por favor como cantaba Luis Eduardo Aute en años posteriores.

Mas cine, todo lo que el cuerpo y la mente aguantaran con tal de estar calientes y a salvo de los tortazos maternos que siempre estaban prestos a escaparse.

el gatufo

EL TUNEL serie tv.

Hace ya algún tiempo Cuca y yo acabamos de ver la serie "El Tunel", bien hecha, con personajes bien construidos, muy Europea, contraste entre el carácter Británico y el Francés, y con un final lógico pero muy triste.

Eso fué antes de que ella tuviera que salir de su casa pues era necesario ser mejor cuidada y muy a mi pesar ingresó en una residencia.

La serie no hace concesiones benignas o para que el espectador quede con buen sabor de boca pensando que los protagonistas siempre se salvan, que son los otros los que mueren asesinados por el killer.

No suele ser así en la realidad y aquí el final hace daño, mucho daño al espectador y por supuesto al uno de los dos personajes fundamentales.
Se salva la amistad entre los protagonistas, y ella es la antítesis de lo que entendemos por el glamour de la mujer francesa. 

Tópicos fuera, el inspector ingles es temperamental y ella es fría, desapasionada, inhumana a veces.

Nos gustó a los dos aunque nos dejó tristes cuando veo que muere un inocente que hemos seguido durante diez episodios.


Empezaremos otra nueva serie acordamos Cuca y yo, pues últimamente disfrutabamos mas con las buenas series que con las películas.
Durante años fueron películas, operas, ballets, pero en la última época de estar Cuca conmigo ibamos tras las buenas series.
El día fué tranquilo, y cuando hablé con ella estaba bastante bien lo que me tranquiliza siempre infinito, antes, ahora y siempre será así.

Bastante tiene ella con su esclerosis, con su incapacidad que cada día es mayor para que encima le vengan estos dolores tan fastidiosos del trigemino que son insoportables.

En mi caso a las seis y media de la mañana ya estaba despierto, presto para ir al servicio y hacer un pis, y luego ya sin posibilidad de dormir a las siete y media mirando el correo, los periódicos, escribiendo en el otro blog, y ordenando siempre la multitud de chismes que tengo por toda la casa.

Estoy bajando libros al tratero que más que eso parece una librería en el sótano.
Me gustaría que alguien pudiera aprovecharlos, pero ahí están los libros sin que nadie pase sus páginas.

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Al final los libros fueron aprovechados, vinieron a llevárselos para distribuirlos en residencias de ancianos y hospitales.
He podido comprobar que es cierto pues en la residencia donde visito a mi esposa tienen una libreria bien surtida de donaciones que hacen las personas que tienen allí familiares.

En no demasiado tiempo iré a visitar una ciudad que tengo muchas ganas de ver, Estocolmo, y me es mas facil estando solo pues mi amada Cuca ya no está conmigo en casa.

el gatufo

UN DIA MAS

¿Qué tal estás?
¿Cómo andas?
¿Qué tal sigues?

Pues, sigo y ya es bastante.

¿Que tal estás? sería la pregunta apropiada, se está bien, regular o mal.

Bien si no me duele nada, no ha ocurrido ningún hecho desgraciado, no hay malas noticias de mi familia o amigos, y sobre todo la salud es correcta.

¿Cómo andas? viene a ser una pregunta parecida a la anterior aunque a veces es muy desafortunada. 
Cualquiera que estudie el idioma Castellano verá que andar es un sinónimo de caminar, poner un pie tras el otro y mover el propio cuerpo para llegar a algún lugar o posición.
Se anda cuando se camina y nada tiene con estar bien o mal.

Se usa como un seudónimo desafortunado pues un cojo, no anda, o un parapléjico tampoco anda, o mi esposa Cuca tampoco anda, y cuando le hacen esa pregunta ella con ironía responde, andar lo que se dice andar, no ando, estoy vaya, bien regular o peor.

¿Qué tal sigues? es parecido a las anteriores preguntas pero se suele referir a la salud, cuando alguien ha estado enfermo, lo sigue estando, o también se refiere a como sigue la persona si ha tenido algún contratiempo en su vida, se ha ido al paro, ha perdido un ser querido, o situaciones de esa índole.

Se necesita mucha confianza para hacer esta pregunta pues abres la puerta a que la persona se sincere o se consuele contándote su situación personal, anímica o financiera.

La respuesta que elude cualquier aclaración a todas estas preguntas suele ser, "ahí andamos"  "ahí estamos" o  "ahí seguimos" y así quieres indicar que todo sigue parecido y que deseas hablar de otra cosa.

En nuestro caso, Cuca, Gatufo y Emiliano, ahí estamos o seguimos. 
No hay variación en nuestro ritmo de vida salvo que hace unos días tuve un percance con las llaves de casa, tuve que llamar a un cerrajero de urgencia y me cobró 365 euros por acudir a la llamada, descerrajar la cerradura de seguridad, y poner otro en sustitución.
Me dijo que se lo comunicara al seguro, y "ahí estoy" esperando que la compañía de seguros "se manifieste" y me abone el importe ya pagado, una pasta, por solucionar el problema con las llaves de mi casa.

Pequeño percance solucionado con bastante "pasta" a la espera de poder cobrarla.
¿Que haces si no tienes los 365 euros?

Ese si hubiera sido un problema, ¿Cómo entras en tu casa?, y con el agravante de que Cuca estaba dentro y ella no puede "andar" y solucionar el problema con otra llave.

¿Que tal seguimos?

No se que contestar, ahí estamos, con eso basta.

el gatufo

ESPIRITUS Y TONTERIAS

¿En realidad habrá servido para algo "la campaña"?, pues quizás si, para restar votos a algunos que se han pasado repitiendo una y otra vez la misma cantinela, pues no creo que los hayan aumentado en absoluto.

Mi barrio estaba lleno de carteles de un partido que colgaban de las farolas y da la casualidad que ese partido ha bajado sus concejales hasta límites insospechados.
Quizás la gente harta de ver las mismas caras un día y otro ha decido cambiar y mirar a otras muy diferentes.
No, no es el que imaginais pues es justo el otro que respecto a la alcaldía de Madrid ha recibido la menor votación de toda su historia.

Y están contentos, eso si que es una contradicción pues bajan más de un millón de votos pero eso si, los contrarios bajan más lo que parece ser muy satisfactorio.
Sumando los partidos de siempre la bajada representa 3,3 millones de votos que no está nada mal.

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(viene a mi memoria un cuento en el que un señor desea premiar a dos de sus criados, al primero le dice "pide lo que quieras pero ten en cuenta que al otro criado le daré el doble que a ti pues ha trabajado mas y mejor".
El criado piensa durante un buen rato y le dice a su señor, "es seguro que al otro le vas a dar el doble que a mi".
Si contesta el señor, le daré justo el doble y eso tenlo por seguro.
Despues de meditar otro rato el criado le dice a su señor, "ya se lo que deseo y es que me cortes una oreja de inmediato"). 

Hablando de otro tema mas entretenido os comento que he descubierto el placer de escuchar un libro en lugar de leerlo.
Mi vista va a menos, me cuesta centrarme en la lectura despues de pasar horas pegado al pc., la tablet, el movil, y todo los artilugio electronicos, asi que ahora por fin he descubierto buenos libros leidos, o actuados, por buenos artistas que dan vida a los distintos personajes que figuran en sus páginas.

Antes apenas había libros leidos bien en Español, no había tradicción respecto a ese apartado de la literatura. Casi todos los audio libros eran en Ingles, tradición anglosajona de años, y para todos nosotros que no dominamos bien pero que muy bien, esa lengua era francamente dificil poder escucharlos con un mínimo esfuerzo. Ni tan siquiera con un gran esfuerzo, pues en mi caso despues de intentarlo con algunos solo conseguí escuchar una decena a lo sumo.

Ahora me deleito con "La Casa de los Espiritus" de Isabel Allende, a mi entender una de las novelas que más me ha gustado y que merecería por ella misma un Nobel de literatura.


Olvidemos la política y pasemos buenos ratos con la literatura, la música o el cine.
Ganaremos mucho más y nos enriqueceremos a tope.

el gatufo