All of the Days Behind
Transcript of All of the Days Behind
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All of the days behind
By
Antonio Ramos
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Translated by Nancy Quionez ReevesTo my parents,
Roberto Revillas and Martha Ramos.
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Sierra del Negro
To Eliada
The border of the road was similar to the sharpness of a knife. Ramn stopped
putting pressure to the accelerator and the Valiant64 motor took a breath that
put it at ease. Under the horizon, the asphalt escorted by the electricity posts and
the dark earth, dry, beaten in parts and in parts smooth as a cheek walked with a
firm stem towards the hill, that at far dealt with the attacks from the sun.
- Sierra del Negro said Ramon when he saw it, remembering the words
that the old man from the gas station told him, miles behind.
- That hill has a reputation for its ghosts, sir. It is better for you to take
another route.
Ramn turn the handle of the window and a brush of fresh air sneaked in
refreshing him. He condemned the heat. Raquel was sleeping in the sit next to
him, under a blanket. Ramn asked himself, how could she close her eyes when
the sun sat itself in the heart of the car? He extended his hand with the intention
to move her but in the middle of the attempt he gave up on the idea.
There was not much left to reach the border. They would get married on the
other side to take advantage of her double nationality. Ramn was going to sell
the car and with that money plus their savings, they would go to Chicago where
she had family. The Lpez Castro family would grow.
The plain, like a magnetic force, was making him sleepy, it was throwing him
against the dirty flank of the road. After some hours Raquel told him that they
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should stop in order to sleep but Ramn refused. He had been driving for hours,
barely interrupting them for a brief rest, when they had stopped at the gas
station. Next to the pumps, at the end, on the side of the road there was a motel.
Raquel kept telling him to rest but Ramn said no.
- Listen to your woman, it is not bad to take a little shuteye interrupted the
old man.
- The sooner we get there the better he answered. He was anxious to
leave the country forever.
He had felt strong during the whole trip, but now his eyelids were slipping y every
time that they fell, there was a sensation that he was falling from a tree. And
then, if I fall asleep we get off the road and we have a wreck. The idea became
appealing. Goodbye to all the worries; Raquel and the stupid weeding. We
would become ghosts. The thought made him smile. Then his eyes turn back to
the asphalt that under the sun looked as if it was dissolved in mod.
Small and with red hair that sometimes covered her face, Raquel moved at times
but she was still submerse in a sleep that at moments made Ramn jealous. He
again thought about the hill that was far away.
- The place is full of caves. They buried a famous black man around this
area. He murdered kids. That is what people said, but that is a long time
ago, sir.
He thought about his son. He was not going to fill his head with ghosts stories,
gods, nor sins. His son was going to be a practical man; he was not going to be
running away to other cities because he got his girlfriend pregnant. He
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remembered the night when Raquel told him that she was expecting and then
when they had decided to escape from the festivity of los Toscana, while the
scent of carne asada snuck in the patio.
- The black man the old man kept telling the story while a wave of
whirlwinds arose and Raquel was drinking her coffee was found there
with a little girl. He had opened her in two, and had her eyes in a spoon.
From that day they prepared everything for their life change, Ramn quit his job
and Raquel changed her bank account for one in the U.S. They would move
there. They would find a future in that land, Ramn would tell himself and
imagined the buildings, the advanced technology and futuristic gadgets shown in
the magazines. The afternoon before Ramn picked up Raquel to go out for
dinner, they never went to the restaurant instead they took the road to the border.
- They killed a lot of people there. The black man could be a ghost, but the
myth comes from all the people that were killed there during the
Revolucin.
The old man took out the hose of the car and put it back in the pump and he
stopped, as if he was thinking about his words. Ramn had never seen such
broken eyes.
- The battle of the Eyes. Almost one thousand deaths in one night said
and Ramn remembered the words as if he had just heard them now that
he was beginning one turn and the hill was outlined in front of him How
many of coronel Parra were killed? One hundred?
Ramn felt the fire of the platoons and saw the colonel tied down with the tawny
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beard with the blood that ran down from the face; the coupe de grce, the dirty
pants, the dead bodies piled up in the caves.
- There are evil places. There is no doubt about it.
He looked at the time. It was not to far for midday. He took out the first cigarette,
but he thought about Raquel and his son. He left it in his mouth without lighting it.
The sun began to bother him. Raquel had cried hours before, but he didnt do
anything to calm her down. Sometimes it was good for women to cry, dry
themselves up, and then without water, to them. Ramn tried to imagine his son,
barely a piece of meat that could be destroyed with his fists.
- It is not easy for me said Ramn, like that, dry, now that Raquel was
looking at him attentively; she looked as if she had never slept I also had
a life there.
Raquel moved and sat straight.
- But we have to continue.
Ramn accelerated. They found themselves close to the hill. He put his hand on
the sit and started popping his fingers. Raquel made a gesture of frustration. She
hated that noise. Ramn ignored her. His sight bumped into a sky, which is
barely covered with elongated clouds with the shape of vipers huddled by the
sound of the car.
- it is both of our problem. We are going to have a kid, what are we going to
do!
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the other side of the hill, there was a plate on a big soldier with a cartridge belt
guarding the flat carefully, in memory of the dead soldiers from the battle. The
Valiantslipped. Ramn put his hand on Raquels chest trying to avoid for her to
fly outside the window and with the other he held the wheel tight but he didnt
stop the car to haste towards the ditch, sparks came out and then the rims. He
heard how the tires exploded, then he saw the metal rail twisting itself and in the
back, screams. When they stopped, his heart had a convoy of adrenaline.
Raquel looked like a puppet in her sit.
They got out of the car slowly and he saw the futuristic car miles behind and the
man and the woman were running towards them. The sun was hitting their faces.
Behind, the animal with the neck twisted to one side, broken legs and its shinning
blood coming out of its muzzle.
- Are you ok? The man asked them.
- Yes, thank you Ramn answered. His mouth was dry.
Raquel nodded her head and looked for the woman who was coming back with a
first aid kit. Ramn leaned on the car and then hugged Raquel. Automatically he
touched her stomach with the desire to feel his baby. Then he leaned again to
the car. He lit a cigarette but it had no taste. He felt a punch in his stomach and
his knees couldnt hold him. The sun hit his forehead and he saw the electric
posts ran to the side as if nothing had happened. It was then when he noticed
again the car of the future with the doors open. He swallowed because the thirst
had already taken place over his palate. He had to tell something to the man
aside from thanking him, even though nothing came to his mind.
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- Your car is very strange said after a shameful silence I have never
seen one like that.
The man turned his head confused and looked at his car.
- Are you sure, you are ok? He asked.
Ramn nodded. Neither Raquel nor his son mattered at that moment. The silver
car, the curve lines of the taillights and the round hubcaps of the wheel have
caught his attention. He began to get sick of being there, Raquels tears y her
stupid embryo. He was disgusted of being born, growing up, reproducing and
dying. How can you escape from such sentence? He wanted to throw up but he
contained himself. He felt his body getting numbed, his blood tingling, and his
eyes burning because of the sun. When the air brought dust to his face, he felt it
familiar as if it was something that had always lived with him. The only thing that
appeared in front of him was the silver car and for a moment that was the most
important thing. Still with disgust, he asked:
- How much do you want for it?
The man didnt answer. Then he focused on Raquel.
- Is she all right?
Ramn straighten up and said:
- I have money to buy it. How much do you want?
The car in the middle of both lanes seemed as an illusion. Behind, the plain
expanded to the horizon.
- It is a model from two years ago and I am attached to it said the man
disturbed -. The one from this year, to let you know, is a wonder: breaks
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abs, computer, flat screen, and airbags in the back seats.
- We are going to have a kid answered Ramn and looked at Raquel
- Are you ok?
- Your car, How much do you want for it?
- Man! let it go. Mi car is ugly. Yours on the other hand is a beauty. The new
cars fall apart with a break, but the cars from previews times, those ones,
those ones dont fall apart.
Ramn put his head down. His eyes were burning and a stabbing pain was
claiming over his knee. He fell to the floor, dizzy over the glare of the sun. When
they got him up, he looked at the track of the breaks in the pavement. He sun hid
itself in the clouds and the road cooled down.
- Are you going to the border? he asked we were going there.
- Do you want me to take you?
Ramn went to look for Raquel and found her crying on the womans shoulder.
He remembered that there, behind the border the future, the buildings, the silver
cars and life were found. He began to feel far from that land when he said:
- Can you take my wife and call the tow truck when you arrive?
- No problem.
The man took out of his pants a phone that for Ramn seemed like a toy: it was
thin and small. He dialed and spoke loudly. He heard him say persistently: Yes,
it is the 47, a Valiant, in the Sierra del Negro. An accident! I am seeing the other
driver. Then he hung up. The sun was still strong and for moments the air lifted
trails of dust that galloped throughout the plain, images of dead revolutionaries
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that hasted towards them.
- They will be here in an hour.
Ramn looked for Raquel while the hatred grew from the center of the life that
they were living behind, and of the life that he had lost because of her clenched
his throat.
- We are going to be ok Ramn said. Leave.
- Whatever you say. It is hot as hell.
Now he wished that Raquel would leave with them but she didnt want to. Ramn
stayed with his arms crossed while the strangers said goodbye and got on their
cars. The car went around the body of the animal and stopped in front of them for
a moment before they left the road. Ramn followed it until it disappeared in a
curve and then he felt that the pain in the chest grew, spreading towards his
mouth. He had lost the opportunity of leaving in that car and for a moment he
figured that it would take longer than expected to reach the border. They didnt
say anything, away from each other, sunk under the sensation that they will take
forever to reach their destination. They got into the Valiantand they kept quiet
until Raquel said that she was not going to get married instead she was going to
have an abortion. Ramn was in shock but he didnt say anything. Far away from
the hill there was a monument in honor of the soldiers and then there was a
desert. Far away there was a life of peace, a better future. Raquel asked him:
- You are not going to say anything to me?
- Death is probably an exquisite pleasure he said, but no one answered.
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The driver from the tow truck picked up the Valiant64 from the trailed hitch. After
they finish with the maneuver they headed to the north. They men were whistling
a song from the radio and one of them said that rich people had strange taste
and that they spend money on silly things.
- Come here for a piece of trash. Who knows how long it has been here. It
has been a long time that they dont make them, right?
- Yeah, a long time answered his friend In a little bit we are going to
pass the statue. Put attention to that. It is not that many times that we
come by this place.
- This is the Sierra del Negro, right? asked the co-pilot, but this time the
driver didnt answer, he was paying attention to the road.
In the Bay of Auckland
Alfredo knew that he was going to become a millionaire the moment that he saw
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the lottery ticket from Oro raspadito. There was the price that was going to bring
back the peace. With false indifference he looked at the man that waited on him.
- And those, how much? he asked
- There are some of five and some of three.
He pointed towards the ticket almost at the end of the strip. He paid. He put it on
his shirt and kept it there with the certainty that he had the winning ticket.
Weeks passed by since he noticed his gift, he could see the winning tickets from
Oro raspadito, the Red Cross, and Atnale. First, he was suspicious and then he
had the sensation that someone was playing a joke on him. But he could see the
numbers clearly, without knowing how.
He always mocked the people that went over the world from lottery ticket to
lottery ticket as if they were gypsies walking on broken glass. Now, while he was
returning home, with so many things happening since, he was anxious for not
having taken that first ticket. There is nothing worse than a guy without luck to
have it all, of the sudden he said -, as if the beautiful woman of the movie stays
with the ugly frog.
He remembered the old man outside the subway and that memory brought
another. The bitch with her dragging tits, the store that smelled like coffee where
he bought the tickets for the boys, the Cougar bopping in the air before it fell in
the river and finally the words from Liliana, his girlfriend: maybe, when you take
advantage of this, your gift will be gone. Nothing would have happened if I
hadnt decided to be charitable, he thought. Poor guys! Who would have
thought?
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When he got home he didnt believe it: the ticked that he was looking for, the one
million price was there. He could see the three identical numbers, the seven
figures repeated in the tree columns, hidden, covered.
He hid the ticket in the drawer of the forks that had a disinfectant smell. In a
couch from the living room, the book about the advantages from New Zealand
was still there. He looked at the picture of the Mount Cook of New Zealand next
to a picture of the Wellington fountain. When he cashed the price, they would go
there. With the book at hand, he called Liliana and when he heard her voice he
impatiently wanted to tell her.
- You found it? she asked
- Yes
- And?
- Can you see it, right? How much is it for?
- A million
- Dont tare it. Are you going to tare it?
Alfredo kept quiet. It was a bad idea to help the old man. I never had bad luck, I
have no clue when and why I had the desire to help people. I am glad that it was
only him.
- No, not this one he answered, - We had agreed.
The deep breathing of Liliana was felt through the speaker. He could see her in
the yellow couch while playing with the cord, dressed with some jeans, a bottom
up shirt, and her hair pulled back. He could almost hear her clothes rubbing the
couch, see how she bit her lips due to the anxiety of winning that price; small
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of the veterans, who died the day that they had won the lottery. Fortune. Once he
almost won an American football pool. He didnt know anything about the game.
It is easy; they told him at the office. There is not much to it. The teams either win
or loose. There are no ties; only two options. He saw the names, the list, he
wrote down his favorites. Next Monday they called him. No one could believe
how he could have gotten all of the answers wrong. He hated people with luck.
Once, an uncle of his had won the tsuru. Nothing gave him more pleasure than to
hear that he had a wreck a few days later. He went to the hospital with a smile
stapled on his jaw.
While he was waiting for Liliana he sat in the living room. The green and fresh
valleys of New Zealand were amazing; he kept saying it to himself while looking
through the pages of the book from the island. He didnt finish the phrase when
he remembered the boys. He saw them again like in the afternoon when he had
decided to help the old man.
He had barely had a couple of days with the gift. After cashing a ticket for two
hundred pesos he had devoted his time into looking for a bigger one so he could
cash that one. That morning he found one for a hundred thousand pesos but he
didnt cash it, he was certain he was going to find a better one. He had found the
old man close to a store close to the place were they sold the tickets. It was one
of the many businesses that hid themselves in the adjacent streets to the stands
of the Hugo Valds Street. The old man smelled like alcohol and urine; a thick
and amalgamated sent floated miles around the old man. A skinny bitch, with
bitten ears, licked his hands. Far away, there was the store with a red tarp that
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received the rays of the afternoon sun. Some tickets seemed torn on the
sidewalk. A silent alarm rang inside Alfredo when he felt pity over the man. He is
like that because he wants to, dont feel sorry, he said to himself, but then he
imagined the thirst that he would have under the sun, with the dog licking his
hand, which he thought would be sticky. He imagined the gratitude of that skin
when they would take a good bath. He went to the store. Doubted. He found a
ticket with a price of five thousand pesos. He bought it with the certainty that he
would do a good thing. For a moment, while he was getting closer to the old man,
Alfredo thought that with that he could help a lot of people. It was just an idea. He
threw the ticket to the old man that didnt move, not even because it was hot. The
old man was shocked when the ticket fell on his legs. Suddenly he regretted it.
Something bad is going to happen, he said, but he only heard the bark of the
dog.
-Scratch it he said and he hadnt finish saying those words when he completely
regretted it.
He barely turned and when he heard the sound of joy from the man something
similar to peace embraced him, something more than the heat, than the bark of
the dog. He was walking away when the other scream reached him. When he
turned his head he remembered that he didnt had luck. A couple of boys were
fighting with the old man.
- Let it go! they were yelling
One had yellow chains on his wrists. Alfredo ran and arrived when they snatched
the ticket from the old man. He never knew where the bravery of trying to take
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the ticket away from the boys came from. While he was struggling with one, the
other took his hand to his belt. The jackknife came out, small, but as if it came
out of the air. It seemed harmless, panting, sweaty. It seemed to block the
rhythm of the words.
- What do you want asshole, huh, what did you loose? Now, go fuck
yourself, leave.
He stood still. The people around them started walking fast.
- Are you deaf? Stupid ass.
The one with the jackknife took some steps towards him. Alfredo didnt move.
He was probably no older than eighteen but with the jackknife he seemed
older.
- Hey, bitch, can you listen? he picked him with the knife.
- I can give you a ticket with more money.
He said it like that. The kid reacted and Alfredo felt his blood pressure drop.
- Men
- Yes, I can, but give him that one.
- And if not?
- I know were is one for a hundred thousand pesos
- A hundred thousand? the eyes of the boy were wide open and he nudge
his friend
- Are you serious man?
- If not, you can come back and you can take the money from the old man.
- One goes and the other stays.
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- Sure.
The eyes of the dog gave him chills. Most likely it had lost a lot of puppies in its
life. They walked a lot of tents down until they arrived to Jurez Avenue. The
ticket with a hundred thousand pesos, if no one had bought it, should be in the
store by Isaac Garza. The boy was right next to him, silent, impatient; the handle
of the jackknife showed itself obscenely on top of the belt as if the blade had
dived into the pants. They didnt walk far to find the store. Alfredo was relieved
when he found the ticket.
- That one from the corner.
- Ok, go ahead get it he heard.
On their way back, he gave it to him. The boy scratched it with the knife and
when the amount showed up three times, the jackknife jumped out of joy. A
sensation of annoyance emerged in the street and Alfredo had no clue on what
to do even when he saw the look of happiness in the boy. When they arrived the
old man was still on the floor. He started to get nauseas because of what had just
happened. He should have let them go. I know how to find other tickets. I should
have let them go. Damn luck. I am so stupid. The boys ran down the street and
they got lost between the shops. They had also taken the ticket with the five
thousand pesos.
Before knowing about his gift, he liked going to the stores. Upstairs the people
bought their tickets. There they would scratch it and throw them in the trash. Poor
fellows, he thought, they should work. They would have more fun at lottery. One
time he had lost at YAK and he was so happy when he was left with no money.
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He didnt like loosing but he hated surprises. He was certain, that deep down
inside everyone knew that in lottery you play for loosing; you see how much you
loose and not see how much you win. But still people will showed up with a wave
of hope, ticket at hand. Now I am going to screw them he said, when the kids ran
away with both tickets, with the price. When he left, the old man and the dog
looked at him with displeasure. I have never had luck; now let the others have it.
He used to leave early to the lottery stores, and walk without a particular
destination, visiting groceries, stands and booths. Sometimes, during the
afternoons, he could see in the asphalt a warm wave expand when the trucks let
out the air, the smog something warmer than the heat of the afternoon, an
overheated air inside the machines, shredder, and swallowed by the combustion.
Until he found the winning ticket without a care of how much it was, He would
buy it. He would throw it in the first trashcan. Sometimes he would pile some and
burn them in his house. Luck. Blah. When he ran out of money, he would cash a
winning ticket and he would buy another. It didnt take long for the venders to
recognize him, in separate him the strings. Lets see, which one do you want
today sir? They would ask him happily. Lets see, which one? This one? Of
course, sir. he will put up the ones that you want. For the next time. Yes, he
would answer, for the next time. He never counted how much money he threw in
the trash; the more, the better.
He would tare up the tickets as he wished. He would go to a vender. How many
do you want, sir? Do you want five more? You are going to take them all? Sir!
Thank you, you made my day! He will tore them into pieces and throw them to
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the streets. When is this going to end? He would ask impatiently to himself but
the winning tickets will keep showing themselves to him and he kept tearing
them, with pleasure when he remember those two boys and with annoyance
when he thought that nothing would have happened if he hadnt felt sorry for the
old man. Liliana kept reproaching him, but her words didnt stop him. Pity is
trash, he would tell himself. Poor devils, he would make fun of people who would
scratch their tickets with hope and frenzy; scratching but they would never find
luck.
One afternoon, while he was going to a store on the newspaper a story caught
his eye. In an accident two guys had killed themselves. He recognized them
immediately. They had turn over in a dry bed of the Santa Catarina River. The
news had the comments of the mother: nothing would have happened to her kids
if it wasnt for the money they won in one of those lottery tickets in which you
scratch to find fortune. The picture showed the thief with the jackknife when he
was younger, when he was fifteen and next to him the shot of the car on the
rocky bed. The blood was all over the twisted grill and the rocks. He arrived
home depressed, upset. He only got up to continue looking for tickets and tearing
them up.
- You havent torn it, right? Liliana asked the instant she arrived.
- No
- Ok, lets see
- Is it going to be over? asked Alfredo while Liliana was scratching the
ticket. He remembered the fallen tits of the dog, the crashed car in the bed
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of the river. It took them more than two hours to take the bodies out. He
went to the funeral and the only thing that it occurred to him was to give
the mother of the two kids another ticket. The woman tore it in front of the
coffins.
- I am certain Lilian told him, who didnt stop scratching. The numbers
appear little by little.
A million. He could do wonders with a million. Alfredo asked himself if they had
that type of games in New Zealand, while the coin was scratching the area and
Liliana was letting her hair loose. When she finished scratching, they cleaned it
carefully. They both looked at the surface. He could still see the poles of the
yachts in the bay of Auckland, but these ones disappear little by little as a mirage
that vanished between the numbers without pairs.
Archers from Babylonia
To Hctor and Pepe, my cousins.
We liked the street Salazar Malln because it was wide and because barely any
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cars passed by when we played soccer. During rainy afternoons it became a
strait of hopes that a truck will pass by and will bring up some waves. In this
street we were happy and owners of the four blocks. We discover Salazar
Malln, almost by accident, while we were taking an alternative route to the
school. Before, every time that we dare to walk further from our block either the
kids from the Gardenia or the Camelia Street, were the tortillera is at, will chase
us with their bikes. We would always end up running away.
Sometimes, during the afternoons, the sky will turn red and black while someone
would read about ancient heroes. The oldest ones, we wished to be Ulysses or
Hector and the youngest wanted to be our squire. In brave archers of Babylonia
we would become when, riding their Apaches, the kids from Camelia street would
show up. We would throw them invisible darts that didnt do anything to them. But
when we found Salazar Malln everything was different. Finally a neutral
territory, what we always wanted, but all of it didnt last long: the kids from Limn
lived near by. Not only did they take strolls, but they also threw fireworks and
stones at us. We always ran away from the horseman from Limn, Gardenia, and
Camelia.
After a fight, when one of us fell while running away and glass got into his arm,
we left our block. We anxiously wanted the war every time we will see the
bandage but the fear imposed itself. Something different, said one. We need
something different.
Around those days Jorge arrived to our block, he was an older boy. We liked him
because aside from lending us his toys and climb the fig tree of doa Esther, he
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would talk to us about his town. He liked us because we would listen to him. He
said that he would have like to have met us in his town. He moved from the town
to the city because they didnt want his mother anymore. They would say things
to her, he would tell us; one time they slapped her in the main square. That is
why we moved here.
His voice described big fields with the sent off fried corn during the cold weather
and were dogs ran until they were tired. He would tell us about rabbit hunting
season, ponds were you could easily see fishes, trucks, and other things. He was
always the first one to come out and play and the last one to leave. His mom
worked during the nights and Jorge went home when he wanted.
With him, we finally became Ulysses and Hector, in fiercely archers from
Babylon, and we went back to our old habits. We went back to Salazar Malln.
The war began one afternoon and ended one week later, with the fight of the kids
from Limn, Gardenia, and Camelia. Jorge was always in the first line ready with
the pellet gun or the tirafichas. All of us behind him. The stones rose lightly and
they fell. More than one cried. With our victory we didnt had to hide any more
when we had to go get the tortillas nor run from any stone. We even dare to walk
by Camelia when all of the kids went out to play marbles. It was like that, with
that war, how we conquer Salazar Malln.
The street had no houses, aside from the neighborhood, a factory, and a
hardware shop. Jorge praised it: ideal partner to be with rolling wagons and start
running. During the afternoons we would go there to play soccer. I am Rito Luna,
shouted one when they received the ball. I am Wislon Tadei, yelled another
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kicking the ball. I am abuelo Cruz. We would give each other name: Reinaldo
Geldini, Hctor Becerra, the Wama Contreras, and the unforgettable Baha.
We were the Pandilla from Monterrey, champions after defeating the Tampico
Madero.
We stopped going to catechism. From the neighborhood, we rarely saw anybody.
The youngest one would check the door and he will yell if any of the drunks
would come out and who sometimes would give us money. One afternoon one of
the ladies from the neighborhood offered us a job. Since then, she will let us go
to the houses to kill rats and any other insect that we found. It didnt last long. We
would always scream and the women that were taking naps would wake up mad
with their almost see-through robs, like the veils of some saints at the church.
Next to Salazar Malln there was a pasture, some trees that gave green and
small seeds. We gather a lot of ammunitions and we perfected our weapons.
With the help of books, we practiced the movements of Hannibal of Cannes and
Alexander the Great in Arbela. Jorge was the general and technical director.
There goes Hannibal against the Limn. There goes Reinaldo Geldini on one
extreme. One Saturday we finished the weapons, the practices, and we went to
war. We forced the Gardenia to lock themselves. With canons and rockets, the
latest fireworks from Christmas, we blocked the way out for the kids from
Camelia. Then we went after the Limn. It was raining this afternoon and the
water was over the sidewalk. We found them playing. It was a piece of cake, said
one and that was our first mistake. The second: spread out. They confronted us.
They attacked with stones. We looked for shelter behind a wagon, while the kids
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from Limn were hiding and approaching, approaching and hiding. The rest of us
were backing up, while the screams were reaching us under the rain.
- Hit him! Hit him in the head! Hit him! The tallest one.
We had no idea at what moment it happened, maybe when we were running to
our homes or when we turned our backs to re-group between the cars. We left
him. When we he arrived to the street, Jorge had a hand on his neck. His face
was pale. The blood mix with water had messed up his shirt. Someone said to go
and get his mom but he said not to. He looked at his house, where no one was
there and he began to cry. No one said anything when Jorge grabbed a rock and
threw it to the door of his house. After we went home and dried ourselves, more
than one saw that it took a while for Jorge to walk inside his house. Then he
didnt come out for a while.
After a week we went to see him. His mom opened the door: a very elegant
woman that had a lot of perfume. She had a short dress; you could see her legs.
She smiled at us very kindly but then she left. In the living room we heard when
she said goodbye to Jorge, and then we heard him screaming and then her. It
seemed as if she was hitting him. When she left she was still smiling but
something in her eyes scared us.
The walls of the room didnt have a Christ or Virgins. It smelled like a prison.
Jorge was watching television. He was glad that we had visited him and he
couldnt avoid the fact that we found him crying. The little one gave him the
result of the war: the kids from the Gardenia went back to their old habits, we
didnt have ammunitions for the pellet gun, and a rolling wagon kept messing up.
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Jorge listed as if he didnt care. Someone asked just to ask something:
- Where did you mom go?
Jorge spit on the side of the bed. It was as if his eyes had grown from a sudden
wrath and then shook his head from one side to the other, without saying
anything. We felt an immense pity for him, there, all by himself, weighed down by
our looks and with his mom mad. Nevertheless, the silence that followed our
question became into something sharpening, warm, as a blow in the face.
Jorges lips were shaking and we felt uncomfortable with his anger. We were
leaving when she came back. She stared at us annoyed. Behind her, a man
walked in. He was smoking.
- They are a couple of kids the lady said just like my son and the man
showed a yellow smile and crushed his cigarette with his shoes.
Then the mom looked at us.
- It is time for you to leave she said, then Jorge got up from his bed and
they started screaming at each other again.
We left the room scared because of screams and the smile of the man that took
us to the door. He had some keys in his hands and he was playing with them. He
had just barely showed us out, when he looked through the window as if to check
if we were still there. Then he started laughing really loud and closed the window.
We stayed there without doing anything and then we sat in front of the house.
The youngest one asked:
- And Jorge?
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After a while the lights on the block turned on but in the house they were off. It
was dark for a long time; while we were silent we were amazed at the hatred of
Jorge and his mother, of Jorge who had showed us to think beyond the world of
our small neighborhood.
Quiet! You are not like Anita
Said Javier, her husband.
Martha watched in the television when Ana reached the goal. The Mexican had
won. Once again she was going to kiss her biceps to show her power. Martha
extended her arm to reach the cup with peanuts, which was on top of the table;
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they tasted sour.
Since the Mexican had won the Golden League, Javier kept running around.
Martha could barely remember the triumphs of Ral Gonzlez the
mathematician in the 1984 Olympics but Javier made it a point now to kept her
inform of all of the news regarding Gacela de Sonora that would come in
Milenio and in El Norte.
Like a quiet rumor, as a championship of the sonorense was near Javier would
come home with some news about Anitas childhood. That was the name that
she had given her and the name floated in her lips with pride: A n i t a. And now,
when he got comfortable in the couch, the competition was over, after giving a
sip to his beer, Javier continue the comparison.
- You have never had any dreams. Do you think that the dream of a
champion is to get married? Yeah right - he attacked while Ana was
receiving flowers, while she took a deep breath, while she recovered
herself You only think about going to your mothers. Like that, seriously,
you cant. Anita is not with her mother every place she goes. She goes,
she shows to the track, puts on the aerodynamic glasses, she leaves, she
runs, and she wins.
Javier took another zip to the bottle. Desperately, even though the windows
and the door, where the light comes through, were open the heat attached
itself to the walls. There were no more nuts and Javier burped when he
unbuckled his belt. The fan on the side blew out a breeze that disappeared
with the stillness of the afternoon. Martha got up and walked to the kitchen.
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On the table, with shaky hands she said:
- Damn Ana
It didnt take long for Javier to get anotherIndio
- The problem with women like you speaking sarcastically is that you
are never happy. But I tell you. There is the door
- One day
- Comon, go ahead.
Javier played soccer every Sunday. He would get up early and would leave
either cold or hot to the fields in Len XIII dressed for the game: his soccer shoes
with their tongues out, the socks on top of the shin guards, red shorts, his shirt of
the Rayados de Monterrey; and he wouldnt return until late at night, half drunk
half stubborn and wanting to make love.
Martha hated Sundays. When they were dating she would go to the field with
him. She was curious about fat dark skinned soccer players dressed in colorful
uniforms. It is like a carnival, she would say, when men sheathed in sky blue,
orange, black with bright yellows, red with green stripes, or purple with black
number t-shirts paraded themselves in front of her; men with sudden blazes of
fire, with furious tigers in their chest. Javier had strong legs. He wanted to play
for the Rayados.
One Sunday, years ago, she went back with him. The field seemed as if they had
disappeared invaded by the housing state. At the end, where they use to buy
tostadas and orange juice, houses were being built under a black cloud. Also
Javier had changed. Her husband, with a robust beer belly, now moved with the
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stubbornness and an infuriating slow pace as that as of an armadillo. He would
take the lonely ball to loose it in the touchline. If not, they would take the ball
easily from him or it will hide between his feet. The old habits and the pain
gestures had grown into a theatrical performance that they surprised no one. At
the second half he didnt return to the field and from the touchline, he paid
attention to the in and outs of the players and ball with the midday sun over his
back. He stayed there with his head down, nostalgic, doubting if he should stay
or go and see how the others played.
- Where would you go? Javier told her in the living room, when he saw
her by the door with a wrinkled brown dress and a shell bracelet in her
wrist. Let me see, with your mother?
- I wished and you would leave she answered, - with another I would
have
- What would you have? Huh?
- Kids! I would have kids.
- You dont understand he answered and Martha remembered the
insomnia, the sticky sweat in the bed You dont understand.
When she returned she sat next to him and began reading a magazine. The
drowsiness made her sleepy. Javier was flipping channels rapidly, indecisive. In
the streets a person selling balloons passed by and in the open door some red
and yellow balloons appeared with their silly and round happiness.
- But as much as you hate it you are my beautiful Martha Javier told her at
then he turned off the television. Martha cursed herself the moment that
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he put his arms around her waist and brought her close to him.
The smell of beer was on her face while she was reading the magazine with the
gossip of the actors. Javier interrupted her while she was finishing the test: How
much do you stand your boyfriend? She let him take her by his hands. The first
kiss felt as a marathon run with a lot of effort, a languishing marathon, without
water, with sun. While Javier was kissing her, she imagined the mathematician
giving that last turn in the Coliseum in L.A. The magazine was on the shoulder of
the couch and in the page there was a woman smiling unaware of anything,
motionless.
She didnt close her eyes when he was kissing her. She was bored. She looked
at the door and she noticed that the street was empty, the ash trees were
providing shadow for the pavement, and at the end the popular hill was extremely
green. I wish I could leave, she thought while Javier was kissing her and pressing
her breasts.
- The door is open he told her -. I am going to close it.
- No she answer -. Leave it like that, let them see us.
On a Saturday, weeks before, while Martha was finishing washing the clothes
Javier arrived before usual. He couldnt hide his content, when he showed her an
envelop with a strip. When she got up to cook and prepare the meal, Javier
slapped her on the butt.
- We are going to eat out. Go and get ready.
- How come?
- I am going to leave some papers with some friends, lets see if Anita is
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going to win another race and then we got it.
- Is she going to run at this time?
- She is in Europe and it is nighttime over there.
She didnt feel like getting dress. Anita, Anita, hopefully and you will break your
legs so he could leave me alone, she told herself while putting on her earrings.
The clear sky allowed her to recognize from far away the antenna of the
television on of the hill of Silla. Who knows how long it will take for Ana to run all
the way up? Forty-eight seconds? Two days? Could the mathematician clime
up there without getting tired?
They got on a taxi and Javier sat in the front, happy like a kid. He told the driver
to take them down town, to Ocampo and Zaragoza.
- Where are we going? she asked
In the Reforma Javiers friends had reserved a placed close to the television. She
stood for a while in front of the door while he was going to say hello to his friends.
- What are you doing there? Come on, come her he said smiling.
The place was more or less empty. The conversation was getting lauder and the
fans were throwing the words to all of the corners. Before starting to get bored
she noticed a table of three men, hitting almost forty, and a kid, who was not
older that twenty-five, which caught her attention. There were some books on the
table but their eyes were stuck on the television. Javiers friends were unsure of
how to begin the conversation they began with the forwardness of an unfortunate
tie in the world cup in 1994 between Mexico and Italy. Martha had fallen into a
profound boredom without anyone to talk; all of the sudden in the television Ana
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Guevera showed up running to the infinite. Hopefully she will loose. I should have
stayed home. If it wasnt because he is taking me to dinner afterwards.
- She comes out of the 3rd lane. It is not the best one but from that one she
can see her rivals. Mainly the Jamaican. That one can be a problem said
Javier with a sense of great concern-. She ran with the deer from her
island.
Martha closed her eyes and wished she wasnt there instead she was running
those forty-eight seconds far away from her life. The darkness seemed eternal. It
seemed that in that time, if it measured, a lot of things could happen. She tried to
imagine Ana as a house wife but she couldnt. She was always running. How
long would it take me to run 400 miles? She asked herself? She made the
calculations. She tried to get comfortable in the chair. She even calculated that
nine moths would last too long; they would be like a second. She tried to guess
how many races Ana could win in nine months y figured out that they would be
alot. She didnt set an exact number nor how many miles she needed so she
could beat Anita but she did compared the number of attempts for getting
pregnant, how many times she heard: you are not like Anita
- I hope she falls she said when she heard that the race had barely
started and she covered her eyes, Javier stared at her in shock.
Applauses were heard and every one turned their heads to the television. Ana
got the first place. Without taking off her glasses, the runner kneels to the ground
and kissed her biceps while the television cameras lighten up her face.
Martha couldnt stop watching the images even though the pinch was burning her
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leg. Javiers fingers had easily found her skin and now he gave her two and then
three fast pinches but the fourth one was slow, so slow like forty-eight seconds
without a hurry, with delay, meanwhile on the table they toasted for the triumph of
the gacela de Sonoro, the world champion of 400 miles.
The house had drowned in the light of dusk. Now she looked at the door closed.
The sound of the kids playing in the streets came inside the house through the
window. She imagined them hiding between the cars, chasing the ball. She
raised her skirt up to her waist and watched carefully her smooth skin and soft
muscles. How many times I could have left? She asked herself while she smelled
her hands with the scent of semen.
She had at hand the gossip magazine. She opened it where the answers of the
tests were. How much do you stand your boyfriend? She had left it inconclusive.
If the majority is a you are an independent woman. You set your limits. Dont
forget that love is for the two. Keep it up. If the majority is b Be careful. Your
space is defined but sometimes you cannot allow others to intrude in your life.
Remember that you are important. If the majority is cDanger. You allow too
many intrusions from your boyfriend. If you continue like that you will allow
injurious behavior. Get away from that person. Martha didnt close the magazine.
They should put that test under the name of: Dont dazzle yourself with the first
ass; she said it quietly, as if she was saying it to someone.
She got up and prepared dinner. Javier came down right after taking a shower.
She gave him a plain kiss and asked herself how much longer she could stand all
of that. Then they went to eat in the living room but Martha went and opened the
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door.
- So that the air can flow she said I am tired of this imprisonment.
In the television they were showing the same old shows but at moments there
was one that talked about what the antelope of Nairobi ate, which caught his
attention. Javier hugged her and didnt let her go until he fell asleep and then she
was able to leave his side. She heard his snores and gases. He nodded when
she sent him to bed and then she came into terms with Ana Guevara. Who
knows where the runner was at that moment, in what wonderful part of her
glorious life. After that Martha checked the answers from the test, most of the
answers were a but in reality the majority were c; she imagined the child that they
didnt had and never will. She raised her skirt but she couldnt find traces of the
pinches. She could barely remember the fingers squeezing her. You are not like
Anita. You do not have dreams, nor aspirations.
She entertained herself for an hour cleaning the kitchen and when she came
back, she watched television going quickly through the channels where they sold
girdles, knifes, and batteries for the kitchen. She left it in one of those channels
where they were selling shaving creams. A beautiful actress was walking in a
levee while she was talking about the benefits of the product. There were
interviews of famous and everyday people. She slid her hands between her legs.
She turned off the television when she opened the door to the bedroom. Javier,
with his underwear walked right in front of her. She listened when he went to the
kitchen and when he came back to bed. Far away up high on the hill, the red light
of the antenna blinked. She wanted to have a kid, longing to have dreams. She
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looked in the streets for a reason to escape. She would run forty-eight seconds
through that street. She would run away as fast as she could to a different life, to
another world where the tests from the magazines where true, where Javier
could stand playing sixty minutes every Sunday. She was thinking about that,
when the headlights of a car appeared in the street and minutes later they
stopped in front of her house. The driver called her.
- How do I get to La Pastora Avenue? he asked and sounded frustrated,
as if he had been lost for hours.
- Is that way she pointed to the end of the street, towards a street from the
neighborhood go all the way to the end, after that turn to your left and
there you will see a church. It is over there she told him that aware that
there was no left turn or a church -. There take Acapulco and then you are
on your way.
- Thank you answered the man.
She saw him leave. She waited a couple of minutes for him to come back but he
never did. While she went inside she wonder how much longer he would be lost
in the neighborhood and it seemed to her that a whole life would be insufficient to
be lost in those streets, a life without triumphs. Before she walked inside, she
saw the houses. A lot of them had the windows open so the fresh air would get
in. In the dark, the front of the houses looked like somber skeletons. She
imagined the beds and the men like Javier and the women like her, sharing the
same roof and she thought of the kids sleeping in small beds and she caressed
her womb that was as empty and dark as the streets. Then she went to sleep,
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she turn off the light, she went up the stairs without looking back towards the
door where the cold air of the dawn snick in, the door where you could see the
antenna in the hill that sometimes seemed far and others further away.
TO SEE THE CLOUDS
To Cordelia
- Protect me on this day said Perla quietly.
She wanted to see well inside even though there was not a lot of light and when
her eyes got used to it, she was able to find her calendar with the picture of some
grey clouds under the altar of Saint Jude Thaddeus.
When she got up, the cold air of the house hit her neck.
- And dont let me make any mistakes she added.
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Today was the day that she had to visit Ignacio. She put on the worn out
sandals, she went to the closet, and took out a green dress that she loved so
much, one in which she looked so beautiful and attractive. She glanced at her
child watching his sleep and then looked at the door waiting for someone to
knock on the door. She saw him moving under the sheets. In other occasions
the sleep of her child her put her at ease.
She pulled the dress from the hanger and ironed it. After that she warmed the
water in a pot and when she prepared the coffee the smell of Ignacios life
invaded the room. She went to the table and sank a concha inside her mug. She
let it sit there until the damp part of bread was detached from the dried one; she
had breakfast while waiting. The dawn was rocking itself on the street and the
silence went through the wall of the house breaking itself in front of her, in front of
her green dress that had obtain a different color the night before, a change that
didnt suit it and had turned it into a dull brown, without life. She went to extend it
and put it on a chair. Bored but not sleepy, she walked towards the window and
pulled the curtain a little bit. Her breath fogged the window. In the street, the
streetlights lighted the path of the workers heading to the Axa Yazaki factory. The
men passed by quickly under the warm light of the streetlights and they will
vanish in the dawn. Sometimes the dogs will bark and the bark will get stuck in
the air.
During the week the name and the image of her husband tormented her. She
would remember him during unexpected moments: Ignacio with the newborn
baby, lying down while watching television, Ignacio waiting for her at the table
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with his hands together. Sometimes, against her will, she would hum to songs
that they would whistle. She went back to the table and when she sat down she
wanted to listen to something new, a new sound. She wanted to get up, go to
bed; she didnt want to stop for anything or anyone, nor anywhere. Then she
thought about her kid. She could still remember the first days without Ignacio.
The house had drowned itself in an unresponsive silence that didnt find room
between the furniture. The neighbors had marked their distance from her but a
few days later they started talking to her and showing their concern for the little
one. One day, Perla went to the factory to apply for a job but they rejected her.
She made ends meet with her sewing. The remnants came together in the
singer.
The kid moved in the bed and the folded green dress over the chair regains at
moment its known light. It almost shined in the shadows with the memory of an
immortal youth, with the strength of unaltered promises. She stared at it for a
while until a sudden knock on the door brought her back to reality. Nervous, she
walked towards it and showed her face. She found Marcial.
- You are going, right? the man said
He was wearing a uniform from the factory and under his arm he had a paper
bag with his lunch.
- Yes
- You are going to tell him? Asked Marcial and after that his hand made and
attempt to caress Perla
- I dont know
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- I am not going to knock on this door again. Tell me right now.
- If you like me you will come back.
When the sun came out Perla woke the kid up. While she was dressing him up,
she looked for the calendar with that blue sky and those big plump clouds, not
white thanks to the light. The sky took her breath away. Clouds so surreal, thick,
white, they must be fake. She went back to see the altar. The lid of the candle
was off. She prepared the kid some eggs that spread all over the pan with a
pleasant scent. Perla went into the bathroom while the kid was having lunch and
when she went outside she was wearing the green dress, it was impeccable. In
the bag, the calendar with the clouds.
They left without a hurry and they board the bus. The city disgusted her. The bus
went through an abandon land and at the end Perla saw the towers of the
factories. In the street she saw the taco booths, a newspaper vendor, and the
doors of the schools with noisy and screaming children during the week that
cheered a life that she felt so distant to her.
Perla looked at the cleared sky and, at moments, maybe one, Ignacio appeared
and disappeared in front of the pounding words that Marcial had told her before
she left.
- Ignacio is in jail and he is not coming out any time soon. They are going to
give him a lot of years for what he did. Come with me. The child needs a
father.
- The child has his father she answered -; instead you should tell me that
you need a wife.
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Downtown they boarded the prisons bus. Behind the dirty glass the sun burned
the interior of the old Dina. Perla opened the window and took her arm out
without taking her eyes off the blue sky. It looked like a smooth bead spread
almost falling to the earth.
They got down in front of an old building with an empty area and behind it the
walls of the prison. The walls were crowned by wire fencing and it had six thick
towers as its fists. In the main door the women swirled around. Here is where life
stops, they told her once, in those doors. For a moment she panicked when she
saw herself as a thin, old woman with the illusion of freedom, then she grabbed
the corners of her dress to calm herself. She didnt consider herself as an ugly
woman. She wasnt tall but she wasnt short. Sometimes, she amazed herself in
front of the mirror. She liked her dark skin; her small breasts, her small and
coppery color nipples, her firm and not so big butt. She liked her womb, a little bit
wavy. Maybe she would change her nose for a straighter one. She evoked
Marcial and remembered that she liked the way that he spied on her, without
missing any movement, any step, keeping the pace of her hips when she swayed
them.
She hated the rudeness of the inspection. The hands marked from the fights and
the job, with the smell of guns and bars, examining the child with a meticulous
rudeness. They went to a common room where families waited for the prisoners.
She moved her lips and straightened her dress when Ignacio came through the
door and then Perla let the child go, who ran towards his father.
- You didnt come last Sunday
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- I couldnt, the kid was sick.
- Oh! - said the man and put his hand on the childs head. thats why.
- Yes, thats why.
Ignacio laid his back on the chair and looked at the neckline of Perlas dress.
- I told Nestor and his mother if they could watch the kid for a while. I
reserved us a place.
Perla moved her face and took out the calendar with the image of the sky, then
placed it on the table.
- I got you this she said and gave him the paper I dont want to see any
more clouds.
The white clouds roughly brighten her face. Attached to that sky in the calendar,
Ignacio counted the Sundays marked in red from October until December.
- Maybe that calendar gives you hope. It doesnt work for me anymore
she said.
- What?
Ignacio put the paper back in the middle of the table.
- Marcial wants me to go with him.
The tension became unbearable while the noise of the crown was flooding their
ears like a distant outcry of others lives crashing theirs, brought and taken away
like the birds from the barred windows. Ignacio was red, he started to get
agitated. His fists were closing while listening to Perla but he didnt do anything
even though he looked like a bull ready to attack. He only took her hands and left
her. His hands were burning. The child kept quiet.
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- A lawyer came to see me. He can get me out in a couple of months. The
sentences can be reduced. He says that I have an opportunity and that
the boss is not going to let me die alone. I only have to have hope. You
still have the Saint Jude?
Inconvenient, the words began to crumble Perlas arguments. And if he gets out?
And if Marcial gets tired of waiting? And if I get fat and ugly? And if Marcial is not
nice to my kid? She felt so small in front of that man and remember that she was
a single woman with a child that needed to be fed, with a husband that was going
to get out of jail soon.
- I think about you everyday Ignacio said.
Then she remembered the birth of their child, the night that she first saw him in
the factory, and that trip to Tampico. The hope inside her began to grow and
expand itself as the sky and the clouds of that calendar. The child had a father.
She had a husband.
- What is the deal with Marcial? asked Ignacio firmly, when the visit
ended.
- I came to see you, right? and she grabbed his hands, with confidence.
- That dress looks very nice on you.
The calendar went back with her and she felt at ease to have it again under her
guard. She walked home; the printed sky in the paper overflowed the pocket of
her dress. When she went into the neighborhood with the sun of dusk to her back
and she closed the door all her hopes disappeared. The calendar went back to
its place with the missing Sundays of the month and the year surrounded by a
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red circle. She counted the missing dates and she told herself that she needed to
buy a new calendar and accordingly she would add Sunday by Sunday. The
annoyance overwhelmed her. This was never going to end, she told herself. She
unzipped her dress slowly and she remembered that with that dress she always
looked beautiful and attractive. She was going to change clothes when they
knocked on the door. She stood still while the knocks became persistent, like wild
heartbeats. The saint was kept hidden. The kid was playing under the niche with
a tow truck and he looked at her without saying anything, waiting for an order.
When they stopped knocking she felt like she had lost something. She was going
to sit down, then lid a candle for Saint Jude when someone yells:
- Perla! And the voice came from the deepness of the sky, the sleepless
nights, from the newspaper where it showed when Ignacio was captured
and the blood was all over.
- Should I open mom? said the little one.
Without knowing what to answer, Perla put her head down and looked at her
dress: it was really beautiful.
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THIEVES ON THE ROAD
Solitary. On top of the black cards I place the red ones. To a seven a six follows.
A queen of black hearts covers a red king and then a thief riding a horse covers
her. One over the other you match them in the computer screen; dragging to their
places, unaware of my task of finishing the report.
Ruben Soto, my boss, that pretended to be astute, came in the morning to
remind me:
- And the report, Reolita?
Reolita. That is how they call me. I dont like it. I prefer my name, my last name
but they never call me by my name: Alfonso Arreola. Instead, every single day I
heard, Reolita here, Reolita there. You are almost thirty years old, they see that
you are working as an assistant and they still call you reolita, toito, andresito,
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felipn, Mi boss, who is around twenty-five, took time to tell me about his new
conquest. He goes out with aperrita, which is how he likes to call his women.
- She is aperrita he said tight and with big breasts. She likes for me to
grunt like a pig when I want to kiss her.
Soto is not a bad person. He is a nice guy in which the job demands for him to be
an asshole. He likes to read, watches good moves, works out but his ego is
huge. Soto has his eyes on the executive jobs, he is always trying to get his way
up, seeking the prestige; but he lets others do his dirty job. I have heard him talk
with his friends, complaining about the pressure of his work. Of course, he never
tells them that we help him.
- No princess I heard him say to one of hisperritas dont worry, stop
working that is what the slaves are for.
That was my boss. He is going to walk inside the room with my great report.
Sometimes, when he gets bored he comes and tells me about his triumphs and
about what he has read. Right now, a novel: The thieves of Ro Frio and he is
there talking to me about Evaristos who put on their hats a la lorenzana before
they go and attack.
- It is impossible that a thief can always get his way Soto told me one time
while he was making his plans I am not a thief, but you will see how I will
make it in this business.
I would only listen to him and for a moment I wanted to put on the hat and ride a
horse and go and conquer all the little perritas that were not of my age, but
younger so I could teach them new things. Pick them young, Soto would say, the
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old ones have a frustrated soul for a man they couldnt find when they were
young. But I couldnt, the Evaristos and Soto where leaders, I was a subordinate
of a man that grunts like a pig when he kisses hisperrita. I look at the clock: four
fifty.
I dont like this job. But I cant complain. Sometimes I escape and I walk through
the avenue. I hunt women and if I see one that I like I tell her things. A nice
flirtatious remark could be a complement. I stop and when she leaves me behind
I turn so I can look at her with curiosity, motivated with the simple pleasure of
seeing a beautiful woman on the street, any day. Then I go back to the office and
I sit in front of my desk with the papers navigated from corner to corner, drowned
in formulas, faxes, and bills to collect.
I leave at six oclock and there is nothing bureaucratic about that. I had a friend
in the Secretary of Transportation, it was barely five fifty and that was already a
party, he would tell me. I opted for the happiness of six oclock in the afternoon.
Those are the little details that I like.
What I dont like. That can be listed easily. I dont like the lines to get inside the
bus, get always to the back of the bus so I dont have to give my sit to a woman. I
hate arriving at eight oclock in the morning and see those happy faces of the
women pasted with blush and lipstick with honest optimism and faith in men,
which will turn into decayed corps with the nuisance of the day, the reprimands of
the boss, the errands, the sun that comes through the dirty windows, and the
suffocating urine smell of the bathroom. At the end the coin will fall inside the well
and only a stifle sound will be heard, of something that could never be saved.
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You always loose, that is the truth; the important thing is how to hide the defeat.
At least, the data that I have to submit has to do with massaging the quarterly
losses. I only implement a chart to hide the other amounts. He got into a fight
with the suppliers, he covered the gross utility to get a better liquidity, decreased
the cost of what was sold, he cheated on the net sales, and finally everything
went smoothly. Oh yes how much we like to lie.
It is four thirty. They only call me to his office. He looks nervous behind his desk,
lost behind all that power. He doesnt smile to anyone while talking by the phone.
When he hangs up, he was calmer.
- Is the perrita he tells me. There is a funeral. Do you have the reports?
- Almost I answer and I wish I was far away, I wish I was one of the
bandits from Ro Frio tying the wagons.
- Well, hurry up boy and he smiles with his lips of a twenty-five year old, to
me a thirty-three year old man.
The other two managers dislike Soto. Ramos and Palomares have it against him.
His only salvation is the board. I go back to my place. The afternoon is so slow. I
barely got a 4221 in solitary. Maribel walks by anxiously taking a glance at me.
She notices in my face that I dont have nor share her worries.
I like Maribel for responsible and concerned. She wants to be someone. She told
me that one time that when we had coffee. She sat at the table, crossed her
strong legs, tight because of the stockings and told me, Reolita, I want to be
someone in life. I sat next to her. And what do you want to be? I asked. She
doubted for a bit. The avenue was full and the sun was hitting the buildings. I
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dont want to be like them, she said, and she pointed far, further from the large
window. I dont want to be always running around. I want to have interesting
friends, a degree, go to Europe, visit France, Paris.
I understood her. One time I wanted to be someone in the world, know places
and not be this expert at solitary, this one that sees the minutes pass like
horsemen when they chase the wagons down the road, bandits without scruples
eating their life away, killers giving massive blows. I wished that they had arrived
earlier or during the time that I wanted to eat the world, that time when I was in
love with Teresa.
Maybe is true love makes us be better. I remember the afternoons that I will
leave that office. The tumbledown sun agonized all over the horizon under the
dusty rain. The light slowly descended over on the buildings and lightened the
old and the new walls without distinction. The motors of the cars and the buses
whispered stories about the industry and progress.
He was leaving the school with Teresa imagining their future. I wanted to put my
own office and she wanted to put her elementary school. I am ashamed just by
remembering it, one afternoon we went to see an office for rent. It had a small
kitchen that smelled like pinol and a window that gave way to a terrace. The
place had a lot of potential despite the fact that it was narrow. I would only think
about the small kitchen. There would be a table for the coffee, an electric stove
so my employees could warm their food. My employees. Remembering about it
made me ashamed. But we didnt come back. I didnt have the money. You are
going to be a great accountant Teresa would tell me.
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After a while, we stop seeing each other and I never knew anything about her
and I doubt that I will now anything at all. It hurt me, but I recovered. I dont
understand those men that because of rejection they let their lives go. I pity them;
yes, I have to tell the truth. Here in the office there is no day that one of them
comes with his a long face because his girlfriend left him. They are sleepwalking
during weeks and then, even though they are active and radiant, something in
their eyes still shows their defeat.
It took me a while to learn that to live without complications it is necessary not to
bet in any dream. I have taken too long. Sometimes I think that my place in
society is always at the end of the bus, the last sit, live all the days behind, on
hold, with the sweet certainty of anonymity. But sometimes I get tired. I have
twelve years of being Roelita: damn name. Sometimes I wish to get out on the
road, to drive horses, assault the state-coach that goes to Veracruz and take the
money from the passengers. I am thirty-two years old and the truth, I have let a
lot of state coaches pass but I can still steal from the last convoy that goes by the
Ro Fro, I can still take any woman and dive in the fields.
The bad thing about the bosses is that they never see underneath them. They
are concern about what falls from the top, what they can catch, what they can
save at five oclock. It is going to be time. The sound of the traffic is the same
every single day. I get close to the window. Under there the cars are stock as if
they were bighting each other, rear-end against rear-end. There are people
sitting on the white benches of the plaza. There it is. The fight between my boss
and Ramos filled the dinning room with gossip. He was fighting over a new
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perrita from the loading area. Maribel gets up and comes to me.
- Do you have it?
- I am giving it the last revisions.
- They are screwed here she said bravely Hopefully they will give me
the job at that other place.
Hopefully they hire her anywhere. I remember her in the kitchen while she was
telling me about her aspiration. I hope her dreams come true. A lot of mine
havent come true and I have no problems, even though now I have priorities. I
just met a woman. Her name is Monica. She is twenty years old. She works in
some laboratory. Sometimes her look is like she had twenty thousand golden
pesos kept in the womb. I told her that I was a librarian. I told her about a novel:
the bandits of Ro Fro, of Payno. How much we like to lie. She doesnt read but
she liked to be with someone that did. It was five oclock. Soto got up, turn off his
cigarette, and smiled nervously. For twelve years they give a good settlement.
Her name is Monica, I already said it. I like her glasses, her thin body; I like how
she opened her eyes when she was surprised when I told her that one of the
thieves from the novel, the leader, needed to kill the lover of a woman and he
only had two ways: kill him with punches or kill the love of the lover with more of
love.
Soto comes out of his office. While he comes to me, he was straightening his suit
and tie as if he was tightening a hat a la lorenzana. The light of dusk brightens
half of his face.
- Did you finish it?
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- It is in the file.
- Good boy, I am behind.
I wish I could hear what Ramos and Palomares would tell him when they find out
about the files. I wish I could be there, when the pride of Soto fell when they
noticed all of the adjustments in the file. Then they will call me. I will plead. They
will fire me. Blah. It is the last breath of dignity before I sink again, one more
breath so I can then live with a dignifying air for the rest of my life. Or maybe not,
maybe it was the beginning of something else.
When the door of the meeting room closed I got up. I turned off the computer,
say goodbye, and leave before they call me or look for me. In the plaza I meet
with Monica. I told her to meet me there. I hugged her and she timidly accepted
the gesture. While walking I think of how much money they are going to give me
or if the perrita is not going to listen to the grunt of the pig.
- You didnt tell me Alfonso she told me, while we were walking to the
movies How did the guy from the gang of Ro Fro killed the lover of the
woman?
I didnt tell it to her since Soto didnt tell me anything anymore but how much we
like to lie to our perritas. How much we like to see them happy.
- He killed the love or her lover with more love he answered, and she grabbed
me tighter as if she wanted to protect herself from the sun that hides in the city. I
raise her chin and kiss her. I hope that Monica never reads. I dont want
surprises at this moment. Hopefully I am wrong and he leader of the gang
decided to kill the love of that woman the only way possible: by punches.
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THE SLOPE OF LOS TIRADOS
1
Can you see the slopes? Lets go farther. In the hot summer days when the skin
dries, the sweat burns, and be careful of carrying anything with your hands or
back, because then what you carry at the moment you go through the slopes it
gets heavier. People get extremely tired. They let go of their things, their bags.
That is why they call it the slope of los tirados. There are those that can throw
their bodies at the slope and never pick it up. It is a treacherous road, of people
that run away who carry the weight of blood on their shoulders. Are you going to
tell us when we are leaving? Passing those hills, can you see the three hills of
the slope? a road oftepetate that seems soft but that it is hard as metal follows
the road. The land was clear, even the rocks wanted to break themselves in two.
Only the alcayates grow there. Who knows where they get their water from? I will
tell you something: that slope owns the years that it has. Who knows how much
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blood it has drunk? Who knows the strength that it has drain from the travelers,
like the one that sips the last drop of juice from the oranges? There are no
vultures because it even takes their strength to fly. And that girl? You look in
love. You can see in her eyes that she has faith in you. Even though you can see
that you are afraid. That you can see it easily, feel it. When I saw you walk in the
cantina, I told myself: that one is running away. It is a special feeling. Yet one is
curious to know what you did. Go ahead you are not going to need a gun. You
shouldnt show her too much, is pretty the little thing.
Traveling light? That is not right. Those horses that you bring, those ones you
should change them, mainly the dark one, that one is not going to last and that
one is a problem. If you are running away I dont care; but I am not going to lend
you my saddle. We should have things straight since the beginning. Should we
go? Wake the girl up. Men! She has beautiful eyes, if you dont mind. It is better
to start when the sun hasnt come out yet. It is better to find it while walking out of
nowhere, waiting for us since the beginning. The road goes through the slope, it
goes up, it intertwines, it fights; but you can see it, it never stops. And if the road
never stops then we have a hoax in our hands. And what was her name again?
Dont get all worked out, it is just to know with whom I am traveling. Carolina?
Carolina what? hum! Look at that. That is a well-known name around this area.
2
There were two horses tied to a medlar-tree: one thin, dark, eaten by the flies;
and the other chestnut, sickly as well. I was walking, without anything on my
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shoulders. Hunger was my only treasure. I told myself: look at those horses and
now you need them. They seem not to have an owner. It would be a good time
for you to accomplish things. I sat in front of the horses. I like the eyes of the
horses. They look like peoples. I paid attention to the countrymen and the house:
the old house of Gaspar. Beautiful like any other. One time I went inside to
deliver some errands. The old man Samuel Gaspar is still alive. The boys and
the little girl were playing in the patio. It was a pity that the luck of Samuel ran
out. That happens.
Out of nowhere it got dark. The sky overcastted, overcast like those that bring
miseries. The dark and clumsy clouds tumble against each other. It began to
rain. People started to run while the dirt became as soft as cream. The water
turned into a shower. Three horsemen galloping stopped in front of don Samuels
house. Then they grabbed the horses and took the road to the down side of the
town. The cold air got in every breath I took. Ready, I told myself. I walked
towards the horses. Right in the middle of the road I heard the shot. The noise
came out of the house. In its good all times known as Casa Canela, because of
its color and the cinnamon trees in the patio. The horses got rowdy. A door from
the entrance was open and two people came out. I wanted to recognize them,
mainly the woman. The animals arrived. The man let them free and put the
woman on top of the grimy one, he got on the dark one. The animals behaved.
They barely felt the weight on their backs and they sharpen their ears, kicking the
ground with their forelegs as if they were injected with fire. Then they headed to
the upper part of the town. I heard the hoofs hitting the mod. That house is
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haunted, I said to myself. I remembered Don Samuels son: Felipe Gaspar. They
killed him in the patio of his house. The mourning lasted a while and they never
founded the killers.
On the streets the neighbors put the bars on the doors and closed the windows.
Under the heavy rain there was one that was not shot. The door looked black. No
one came out to put the bar down. The window whipped the door without closing
it once and for all. The slams of the door gave a deep sound, like shots under the
rain. I walked towards the house and stock my head out. I got chills. Inside, the
darkness had devoured everything. I saw the ladder, the hall that lead to the
main patio, a man on the floor. I got near. The blood came out of the hole from
his back. I didnt have anything in my stomach but I contained myself from
throwing up. The house still smelled like gunpowder and cinnamon. When the
wind closed the door behind me, three men showed up, the horsemen from
earlier. One had drawn his pistol. I thought, Felipe Gaspar, was killed right there.
Then one that had his pistol at hand got close and spit next to the body. He
glanced at me. The he turn right back to the others. Surely they knew whom they
had just killed.
3
I knew that you would come. I told myself. Maybe not. Maybe she will let me
down and not show up at all, but when you showed up from the corner of the
plaza with the horses I even respected you a little. I knew about your treason
because men like you, one can see treachery in there eyes even though they
arrive with fear. I knew it, Pepito. Dont forget it. And I waited for you. I am not
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afraid of you. I sent Nabor and his brothers far for that, so you wouldnt say, He
waited for me with the Revillas. That is going to hunt you forever. Nor even that
rain that is coming down is going to find you alive. I still remember the fist time
that you came here, to the Casa Canela. You seemed like a little animal, like
those that can be chocked with one hand. I have no clue when your claws came
out. I dont know when you got courage, or who stuffed your ears with arrogance
like pigs when they stuff themselves up with cob, the nerve to come and wind the
heart of my sister, you, a dead beat. Who would have said that someone would
come and challenge me in this house? Are you armed? They have taught you
well Pepito, but I will tell you one thing; it is going to be hard to kill me. Where
have you seen an ash tree fall with a blow? I buried my father, put back the
landmarks of the ranch, I build houses for the workers. With effort I built up again
the reputation of the familys name, Gaspar. I also gave an education to that one
that surely is listening right now. She is still blaming me for the death of Felipe.
She was always with him, right next to him, watching his sleep. One day I found
them kissing and imagined worse things. Curse our blood. Do you know what is
loath, how it climes from your stomach? You got nervous. Did I say something
that you didnt know? Be careful with the gun, Pepito. Dont let a loose shot
escape like it happened to me with my brother. It doesnt seem that you carry the
pants in this situation. Dont let me down. Felipe cried when his life was slipping,