Today I attended and participated in an interesting chat, do not be scared that I was not invited to any big media to rub elbows with these guys versed in any subject possessing absolute truths and great anger. This has lasted much less time and has made things much clearer, to be exact duration has been exactly fifteen minutes, which takes the time off we have in the pit for our food properly.
There we discussed the national party not of their dates if this is the day of Santiago and close Spain or from the date of the constitution, there would not color the victory would have been for the latter, not the thing anticlerical but because this last day is a holiday on the calendar at least in this community.
have spoken of the other "party" and the prohibition of bullfighting in Catalonia to bullfighting I mean, the beautiful foot races have not been touched and the people of northern Europe can run freely through the streets. Of those who were a fairly notorious Curritos, none was a devotee of bullfighting, let no one passing through the box office, not even watched television.
Some say that the only thing fucked up the animal's life were his last 25 minutes if not even think why the change of roles, there were those who compared them to farm animals and that the end is the same, only that the latter is for our food and nobody puts this objection.
As almost all agreed is that what they really screwed up is that were prohibited in Catalonia, that if we had prohibited Burgos would give them the same, everyone had noticed that the bulls embolados of popular celebrations had not been gotten, we did it for the hell of the rest of the country, forgetting that in the Canary Islands have banned a few years and nothing has happened even I have understood that perhaps I'm wrong a time or some Felipe Carlos were banned and then we were a nation indivisible. Summarizing
once properly fed with all kinds of minerals and vitamins and even intellectually because these dances are a well of wisdom, the truth is that I could not very well defined if I'm in favor or against bullfights, no I am fan but I attended some of them and if you can consider it an animal could not either differentiate very well by anyone.
Those who say that these creatures live like kings and only raised for these events are right, but not altruistically, but because someone benefits from them, perhaps because I am a little older (I say little because only 47 springtime wedge and I take a lot more, if only to piss off those who want to raise the retirement age) culturally'm used to living with these festivities, although I must admit that bother me quite popular festivals have a bug based on about 400 Kg armed with a pair of horns loose on the streets for much of Once, I am referring to the mayor.
If the Catalans because of a popular initiative have decided that in its territory are prohibited bullfights, bullfighting rather let the sexual health of animals aside, I think it's great, but I think The only ones who really cared about the sufferings of the bug are the defenders of animal rights, the other one or the other just wanted to stun the political partridge in the meantime to see if a voting hunt red herring.
I also think that these are destined to disappear since the end of the circus and the only moves for economic reasons and to the extent viewers no longer come, these farmers who treat animals as well to cease doing so and perhaps begin raising rock stars or characters in the world rose to fill the seats.
Fortunately I think the younger generation like them little "party" national preferring other types of music to the trumpets and drums, another thing is the popular celebration in which the animal is suffering so much and I think rather than space by animals of another species.
And you know those who live in Catalonia and are lovers of the festivities are a wonderful opportunity to recall times past, when you wanted to watch old movies a bit risque crossed the border the neighboring country to do so and I have understood that there are still allowed these festivities.
Breaking News which echo most of the media, we do not think that is the solution to hunger and poverty, is more of a news goes with the season in which we find the inhabitants of the northern hemisphere, I know it was easier to say summer, but now I'm somewhat pedantic. Such a
Michelle Obama seems to have chosen our homeland to enjoy a few days of vacation with his daughter. Has reserved 40 rooms at a luxury hotel Costa del Sol for her and her entourage, the friend must have a larger behind the world champion swimmer, Michael Phelps and the friend you need 60 people with a back as big to care for them. I also believe that they will reserve an afternoon to make a courtesy visitilla the royal family in those days also walk a famous camping holiday, I called Marivent Mallorca Island.
Maybe if his busy schedule permits her husband that guy who goes around saving the planet, let's save some part of it fortunately for its residents and pass a slug to stick with our president, they realize that they are good friends.
friends You see things in the summer, the crisis and vacations, Obama on the Costa del Sol, the Bourbons of camping, the pope Castengaldolfo, Zapatero in Lanzarote, hyena smile on the yacht of a famous friend, Mariano I watch this do not know where it goes maybe to a hostel "national" and the Cave to the summer palace of the family owns in a small town of Moncayo Somontano.
What is not acceptable that these guys break open the news and not those of the Cave, who have their own that are not mine.
We walk in times of absolute vacuum, nothing has taken hold of our existence at least this goes apathetic Cave (what little word, look in the dictionary to see if it is properly set) lost the World Cup with a happy ending happened and fortunately the century battle between the heavyweights of our policy homeland, also spent thank god, apparently the result of no contest because none of them has claimed victory, curiously.
Personally I prefer the noble art of twelve strings give the fighters more game than this pair of drowsy.
Pedro Botero's friend is working overtime and not to stoke the boilers, we do not want to give respite and hopes to move the infernal ecosystem to our environment, thing that sometimes we should thank as less clothing to more heat to the delight of our eyes, and many blame him especially when we crossed the doors of our place of work, especially that we do in malls or vigilante the beach.
The famous "status" seems to remain so that more will have to talk to the hundreds of pundits to continue in the spotlight the famous indissolubility (I think I said well, although it was easier that of a great and free) Spain, do not understand that if people choose one way rather than another will have to impose other, I myself live in the fourth right and I want to segregate the fourth left, because they tell me that there can be two quarters left, because I leave?
The problem under the Madrid Metro, one of two or leader have fucked 4 points or workers 1, if the Special silent .... and that to say that strikes are useless, hopefully follow the example of face-to-September. seems that the army will come out missions on all sides and will be sidelined for air traffic controllers, so that the latter stop leftovers, have out there that there are some who earn several times more than the president, including myself there days did not win those amounts.
And finally this fierce lazy enjoying the immense pleasure of doing nothing, returns to her summer leisure, their beers chilly, their afternoon pool man, waiting for the day happily ever closer, to catch their labor holiday, who am I to argue with Don Mariano and do not follow their example, to move to rural and further enjoy the immense pleasure of doing nothing.
If deep our homeland Satan's friend Pedro Botero is a good person and all this is thanks to his selfless efforts to feed its boilers without stopping.
Ignacio was doing business as usual, your daily routine and basic programming correct made by others or reschedule
had been in love with the profession as soon as he graduated from the Faculty of Engineering, which is why he continued studying in the building right next to become what was now: a Computer Guru
had everything I needed to reach a double espresso double burden, seeds and nuts. The only thing that was missed and much smoking, but recent events had head led to the absolute prohibition of smoking. In title obsessive-compulsive disorder and sex maniac came to join an emerging angina their recent 43.
In fact, there was nothing new under the sun, everything was exactly a copy of the previous day and above and so it's straight back in succession.
was that little visual distortion that bothered him, small and fleeting and brief, but striking, distressing.
started when programmed on a Thursday at 3 am, all quiet as it should, in full darkness, with the only light in the display. I liked that time of day, where Amalia was asleep and not could machinegun with claims or embarrassed with a sullen face full of contempt and rejection. She knew that these facial expressions it off and it was a quick and easy way to remove its claim over sex, which began to overwhelm the past 5 years of marriage and what led him no further into the arms of Laura , who at 2 years 4 months amasiato lived, returning to the nest lost "because the guys are surprised."
The boys, as well as those adolescents slept late, harsh discipline, indoctrination bushido, which had taken Ignacio for himself when purrete.
was hypomanic at the time, but that was something I usually liked to boast, was not at all at odds with that condition. These steps will make you soar with imagination to the utmost, there were no limits it was all pleasure and that expand and Ignacio loved, made him feel alive, the caracú to the quick of the nail.
Contrary to what one might think, was very disciplined about diet and things that should be deleted because it could harm
He had a sort of mnemonic list impressively detailed and accurate, something unusual in someone like him scattered, with a tendency to forget a little less than most
However, it sounds exquisitely antithetical, Ignacio had a memory - selective yes-awesome, that reveals its rich culture at every moment and every opportunity that may be necessary.
That would greatly facilitated their goals in love, one of his main hobbies: dazzled from the written word, no longer needed. He was a poet without being actually a seductive without limits, a emotional manipulator. This was in love with Margaret, through an internet group that agreed with his way of speaking and the dark blue of his lyrics.
came out heavily in its abstract and looked at what he had written
was concerned only a couple of minutes because immediately, everything began to crumble, kept its shape anything, nothing was installed before your eyes.
"deep breath" - is said mentally - "relax, it will pass, think of something to make your mind receptive concern"
Marga's words was about 4 hours ago she came to the mental screen, I could visualize them as if they were really written there, such as Yahoo Messenger, in Comic Sans 11 magenta --- " "Perhaps this is because to love with passion should first understand all your particular nature and it appears that only a woman has achieved so far is the one who loves you passionately", "referring to herself - and that is which will be loved passionately in the end, precisely why
.."""
" gibberish. ,.."" Do not know what to say - she continues - "and now are all those feelings in the opposite, as the leftovers, I'm always more that it does not matter if I am or if I, my no .... that would be the same, so it is always "
There was a pause in which he guessed that she had begun to mourn. He was very sensitive
" "and when it would be so smart, when I want to be simple and not think, do not parse"
Marga had been Laura's jealous because he had gone to visit and he huffed and puffed but had not had sex, just led to a huge surge of jealousy, huge, suffocating, as only she could get out of the hat in a millionth of a second
"I understand you, because without wanting to suffer anything like me, you are full of feelings for someone who seems not to realize they need them, even though you all you become a neon sign that screams" Laura I love you and need " - paused, probably to blow their noses and drying tears. I knew her very well -
"and does not work, Nacho, so it is unfair but is not, I do not serve me, not you." Stops flashing neon, please "..." should be our destination, a real shit. At least do not fool me, you never did, I always knew what you feel for Lau "
" I do not know if it's coincidence or what but every time I turn lately I hear or read or hear or read harsh truths, I have Serrat and Noa singing is capricious, Chance Each new time is a bit easier than before, "he continued chatting," the universe conspires to open eyes, all: Amelia, Laura, your work ... "..." You do not be stupid and do not get to regret as idiot now, do not have any responsibility in everything that concerns me "
Ignacio
Marga felt pain when he said those things, but said nothing. The sea wanted, but had ceased to love her, time had passed and also a fear of not being compatible you had entered and did not know what gap had settled there, unable to be evicted.
"I got one to feel what I feel" - continued She writes with his lyrics magenta, "I suggested it and got the best love in the history of mankind has been able to register because I am a successful mother and a whore because all I have to be exalted, from the man of my life to the love you give to the rejection of that I object "
" Nothing can be warm, because I do not like me vomit even biblically ... and you as you get closer to warm, for convenience, to restrict movement to zero and effort ... "he stopped.
She suffered particularly its lack of emotional involvement. He considered listless, melancholy, forgetfulness, dissatisfied with anything, fantasy and depraved. But thanks to God in whom Nacho did not believe it with their university degrees, was the best I caught, helped and contained. If anything was certain was that he liked having it there, every day, to discuss all bad, regular, good, the extraordinary and the trivial. Margaret was a enneatypes 2, as used to assert itself fully committed with him and his circumstances and determined to not suffer any negative situation.
" Comfort And all for what? Could you tell me why? Nacho could you? "She finished asking
He had typed, monosyllabic as she used to say:" No margin or know or could "
She continued as if they had played," not even know you could do? "..." bah, not even worth asking ... because if I ask you about, I say no. If I ask if you want me to go in your life, tell me no, but that whatever you think fit, and so, so, in eternummmmmmmmmmmmm asiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii "
- "I close, Marga" -
Ignacio knew that when she started typing and it was better to leave the arena
And so he did.
profiles were becoming noted softly, as if left to reveal, little by little.
was criticized for not having looked at the time when it appeared the dark spot, like I used to call it, because now I could not tell how much he had endured.
A wave of sudden inspiration struck him and started typing like mad
The sense was flow with almost mathematical precision, exact and rigorous. Scrupulously was putting together this wonderful program ... A new data compression algorithm!
There were nights I could not sleep thinking it was the perfect code, a new computer language, something spectacular that will leave everyone speechless, amazed.
A sort of synthetic wonder, fair, timely, accurate and simultaneously capable of transmitting all the beauty of the world. It was the point where his imagination was fired and flew all possible astral travel, raising invariably in the bed with the feeling of having missed the last train.
His obsession was so strong, who had come to dream I was sitting in front of your notebook and the code came to life, crossed the screen, sat in the air in front of his glasses and began to chat with him, asking for their troubles and telling, in turn, their own: some algebraic headaches, dizziness and wild pointers, memory unreleased obesity, a pair of fights with some softwares and some other castings cramp wrong . He talked and talked, sipping coffee twice as good geek, changing colors every 10 seconds in a range of 64 bits Nacho reason could not see them all, yes, slightly fluoride in the dark of night . He remembered the dream and remember the enthusiasm that had seized him as he dreamed.
This Once the laces almost immediately began to bother him
legs began to cramp. stoically endured the pain that kept slow when a horrible tingling took over his arms and hands, chest pressed to almost cry, breathing became more complicated, had trouble entering the air through the nose and opened his mouth, like, everything seemed to work. - I'm having a heart attack, "he said Nacho and that's when everything started turn around
Or was he who turned?, ceiling, walls, barely lit by the screen. He closed his eyes tightly, squeezing as if vertigo, dizziness would disappear with just that
would have been a few seconds, when he perceived that the generalized tremor had stopped, opened his eyes, "I'm in Ground "said ... ... .... because there far, far away, they saw her blue illuminated display." It's huge, "thought almost afraid to say out loud
joined Carefully . Panic completely paralyzed him
He stayed there for a while impossible to calculate, shaking up and down, as soon found that his head barely reached the Paw topete his swivel chair.
dreamed "?
It seemed that no, that something unusual had become a being of 4 mm in height.
"Surely sleep anytime I'm gonna wake up ..."
With an effort of will as he had never achieved in his life, he could climb up the legs to the seat, there by support all the way up, walked right arm of his chair, took a huge leap up to the desk, sat a long time because of the effort she had put in all this jump had left him exhausted.
If it was a dream, was slow to awaken.
came to the keyboard, managed to get on the first key to taking strong arms and making a big push. From there, the screen looked like the big sky. He began to jump from key to key, up, left, down, right, right again and so continued a long time. He liked to feel the noise of the keys under his weight.
This is incredible, he said, no one will believe this.
was there that lifted his head and saw the writing on the screen.
strstart + +; INSERT_STRING(strstart, hash_head); /* strstart never exceeds WSIZE-MAX_MATCH, so there are * always MIN_MATCH bytes ahead. If lookahead < MIN_MATCH * these bytes are garbage, but it does not matter since * the next lookahead bytes will be emitted as literals. */ } while (--match_length != 0); strstart++; } else { strstart += match_length;
heart began to beat wildly, seemed to jump on the chest and not to mention the pounding of the temples. A welcome tachycardia accompanied the discovery, had written a magic code. After being stranded for the same time surprise, the unheard of situation, he felt happy as never before and started jumping key, key after typing the miracle.
laughed, sang and cheered to the time he took his stride.'s Joy overflowed at every pore, every breath, every drop of sweat.
code grew, took shape, it was over, it transcended, it played while adding their own.
"This can not be," he repeated, "It is materially impossible."
But the work absorbed him and contentment, satisfaction went in crescendo, making the breast is drained from the drum, so much enjoyment, so wonderful creative.
"I will be billionaire" - thought - while reading your program, tired, exhausted as ever, after much effort, sitting on the lower edge of the keyboard.
Amalia entered the room, fuming.
Ignacio had stayed up all night working and had not gone to bed.
"Wagon, useless, good for nothing" - said as he lifted the fallen leaves, Nacho clothes on the floor and the cup of coffee without drinking. He returned with a hand cleaner and a flannel on the other.
Where are you, are you know? Shouted angrily, as she rubbed the wooden desk, he felt something tugging on the floor, looked but saw nothing, gave up and called back to her husband's voice "this may not save you" or "I'll see when" .
Nobody answered.
had disappeared.
Along with the Mauritius police arrived home, the best friend, the comrade of truancy and follies.
"could not find it? Asked extremely worried.
"No," said Amalia and began to mourn, notably upset. If something was Amalia was this: nervous as any other. Unbearable at critical moments.
I will meet officials, she said, her voice very rare.
Mauricio looked at the screen.
Language program was there, quietito as saying HERE I AM.
thought he heard a Nacho: Carnal, I just make the perfect code!.
"And yes" - said as he read, with growing amazement, "Wow, is really perfect"
He felt a slight creak coming from below.
looked and saw nothing.
could have sworn that something had walked and had given way under his shoe.
An unexplained anxiety suddenly struck him. He looked at the soles.
right thing in small, no more than 4 mm appeared stuck. He took a paper and wiped
could not identify what it was, probably thought a cockroach while
Joaquin looked through the window that was two meters on your right, over the rooftops of Paris. These same people had spoken so many novels when I could not even be fantasizing about seeing them live and live. Under the roofs of Paris, he said, a classic film , a link between silent and sound, René Claire, go! What times! What would Paris without those slate roofs? How would your spring without the almond blossom? - Would not - be answered as an irreversible wave of sadness Pinchudos rolled and dragged him back ... - Dad - succeeded in thinking.
- If you're under the 3, ie, under the U in your name, we could retain some hope - slightly altered Mercedes Alzaga said her friend numerologist, the Pythia, as he used to call it. ;
- On top of just a year ago you went there, because you're 46, so joss stick, what do we make up? The duration of each letter is 9 years.'re A native path 3, born 3/6/1965 and on top of a your soul and your personality is 3 9, read 3 of destination. Neither your potential 6 saves you ... mmm. I know you did not understand anything, but enough that I do. Tell me, what were you thinking when I told you to watch out for it? You to take your precautions? ... .. There you have, pregnant.
Are you sure you do not want to abort? -
No, he said, more depressed than when he entered
- If not a total stranger, if not French, if not so young and uneducated, I would be happy for you, being a parent at this age, bad do not come,
certainly says How much is it? -
- from 5 ½ months. -
.
- Five me ...! but you where you have the head? How come you have not noticed before? -
- is so thin, "said Joaquin, thought he was somewhat swollen, you know -
- But do not you realize that not menstruating? What you put your breasts perky? Did not vomiting, or dizziness, or arches? Did not you notice anything at all about anything? - Completed cry crying at the edge of Mercedes, with the face of "I can not believe this"
- No, nothing like that, or maybe yes, while I was in the Embassy, \u200b\u200bbut I did not see it or I did not realize ... ... ... Merche my work is absorbing, is exhausting, it is enslaving ... You got to understand, no I'm always stuck with all the neurons in the belly of my then girlfriend. -
- to go through with Joaquin, you will almost certainly be a father. Congratulations and that will be mild. -
suddenly got up, annoyed, angry, because somehow, there very well hidden in pectore always thought that he and she end up joining their lives and were not seldom to be seen arm of the ride, the luxurious halls of French diplomacy.
- I'll walk - said a visibly dazed
- No need, I know, "said Joa-out and giving her a kiss on each cheek, went out and shot." This woman thought, is too hysterical, do so bambolla on a matter that really is my problem and not concerned at all "
Mercedes took to close the heavy curtains of the windows, he preferred the dark at times like these. turned on the desk lamp. ; He poured himself a bourbon and fell back in his chair, thinking, meditating, looking without seeing the numbers he had scribbles in his notebook, there, just below your eyelashes arched "merci L'Oreal"
Joaquin's full name was lying on the grid sheet, points separated by half a centimeter, placed above the numbers, the amounts below
was an inverted triangle
Alcohol was going up to the head - I have nothing solid in the stomach, naturally - is said
Astonishingly as certain numbers began to light up with colors. - I look like an autistic - he thought, remembering a couple of films which showed the effect of cutting and marking, to separate and highlight, among many figures.
1-8-1 - limited circumstances
2-9 deception
18 on 9, highlighting the 5-money-repeated death as PLC-
13 on 4, death
A lethargy block impressive wine without asking. "call immediately I thought, not without feeling a concern that grew enormously as grains of corn in a silo when he became an unexpected rain, as the same grain when you add a little oil and you put the fire in a pan covered and wham! out popcorn, fat and brimming with white and crocantitas, sugar or honey or melted candy and to see movies!
His vision clouded suddenly and not only this but his whole mind was an urgent request to strike, unemployment, zero activity.
as dormouse She fell asleep on his desk.
gray-blue Paris at that time of the morning. Brimming with contrasts. Lead Veritas here with indigo auras Prusse bleu stuffed with gray chalk, pale blue reflections on trees dirty white, cerulean railings wrapped in grayish breeze. Yes, definitely, Paris is a mixture of azure, white and black at 6 am in November.
The large window on the desktop, with the curtains drawn back, let in the same color, making the skin even paler Mercedes shone almost as bland as everything is gray, and his hair smeared blue. His eyes were open with an expression of surprise and lay hands clenched on graph paper incredibly wrinkled, that it would get between your fingers from time to time, as long heads poking strange and twisted.
Philip Renoir The inspector looked at the meat fifties into inconsolable crying in the chair upholstered Louis XV turquoise, obviously close to his voluptuous forms, which fell on both sides as pillows complacent. He took arms and helped her up to take the chair huge hall, where almost dropped while cross-examination: - So, Eloise, you found it and, as such, no sooner entered the desktop to open the windows and ventilate the rooms, the inspector-read his notes there was no sign of anyone, only the remains of bourbon glass we find on the desk ... mmm -
- Do me a favor, leave your details, address and phone number to my assistant and does not leave the city until I tell you it's okay. He has apparently been a heart attack but an autopsy will certainty. I say goodbye and in a few minutes to reach a mobile home. -
The woman nodded her head, it was clear that he could not leave her shock and pain, did nothing but mourn and pray alternately or simultaneously. He had served for the past 4 consecutive years.
Philip returned to the desktop as soon as the forensic team concluded the taking of evidence and removed the corpse.
already dark.
turned on the lamp, one of those he loved, English style bronze 2 light with green metal screen and reviewed the agenda of the deceased staff
The name of the charge of Foreign Trade of Argentina Embassy contained there. He had said would arrive at any time.
Carefully smoothed out the graph paper was found caught in the hands of Mercedes Alzaga .... A word had been written there on the top, but it was deleted so that no blue light special "tomapruebas" as he called to the task of studying the crime scene, had been shaping those scribbles.
immediately under another smear, inverted triangle-shaped
then some numbers and letters very hazy, but readable
1-8-1 - limited circumstances
2-9 deception
18 on 9, standing on 5: Another smear
Under another stain intensely red ink that was not been identified, once discarded blood, of course.
The dead woman was a professional numerologist, Kabbalist also well known in Parisian society.
The doorbell rang. Through the door, the hallway, another door, hall and opened: A disturbed and nervous greeted Joaquin with the impeccable technique of a diplomat and went on talking as if he had been wound up - thinking that yesterday, at the same time, I retired I here, I left it in perfect condition, healthy and strong as it ever was .... I can not understand this, even had a heart, I would have known if we did, we were very buddies, very buddies, we told all -
- not out of my stupor - and without air slid and dropped into the chair facing the desk medallion.
- I've been in touch with your solicitor, - said Philip to verify if he had left something arranged. It will come, bringing the will with him. -
not just say that you rang the door bell.
The notary came in with the poker face with all of his profession at such times. He sat in another chair medallion, next Joaquin, who presented his compliments with great distinction and took a testament to his briefcase.
- Is it right that you read it now without the presence of the beneficiaries? - Asked the inspector
. The only beneficiary is located here, said the clerk, pointing to
Joaquin
Renoir's face could not hide a flurry of suspicion that it was collapsing from his eyes from his nostrils, the corners their lips and cheeks flushed slightly.
The same questions continue to haunt him for the rest of the week, where he received the medical report. Cause of death: unknown. Substances present in the body: no, only trace amounts of some food and bourbon (read: no been poisoned). Zero injuries. No trace of violence on his body. I had not had sex for at least the last 72 hours. All the organs in perfect condition. Some dilation of the pupils convey to us a sort of last overwhelmed or surprised. The cardio - respiratory was the logical outcome.
Renoir looked for the umpteenth time slip grid,
1-8-1 - limited circumstances
deception 2-9
- here was something more to see, now there is another smear, but if this is what I have guarded, how could erase the ink?, I will keep in the right drawer of my desk, and I to lock it every day, this should not happen - ... the inspector jealously guarded the paper inside the notebook case and keying Alzaga drawer.
Nadine had thinned sharply. The black man who wore religiously since her newborn baby died of sudden death, did not help to hide I thin that was just the opposite. Joaquin was looking at the long legs of the girl and for a moment felt like. He came over and patted his head. How do I ask? I do not think you're in the mood for a romp.
The girl burst into tears, did nothing to mourn and runny lately.
-I must confess something, "he said looking at him with eyes swollen and red from tears
He felt a chill down her back, her gaze had mutated, looked up to rage with a vengeance not know what "the baby was not yours," he heard her say. - I do not know who might be her father, for sure, that orgy at the home of the Chifflet, the you could not come at another of your "unexpected occupations, I had not taken my diaphragm but did not think to take a chance .... There was too much ecstasy and alcohol. The next day, just 1 month traveled to Stockholm and from there you went for 2 weeks to Brussels and back you stop to rest at the house of Pierre in Le Touquet for a couple of days more
When you came back I knew she was pregnant -
Joaquin did not know what to ask.
not ask anything.
Mercedes recalled the anguish of the night before his death. A sweet rose just released him by the chest to the throat - Merche sure came to suspect the trick, and not enough to tell me or not thought fit. - I miss her. We made a cute couple Joa thought, as he had been doing for the past 10 years, time in which only dedicated to the conquest of young girls, healthy .. frivolous delaying for a quieter age that couple with the witch.
Renoir The inspector took off the raincoat and ordered a double espresso. Ladino What rain!, Had taken almost unnoticed as most raging in the streets Turenne, against the wind and soaked despite all predictions
news I read the book when he was called by phone with the final details of a judicial process that was in person. - Wait, Your Honor, once I confirm the homes seized, "he said, while stirring the right drawer looking for the book. He used books to each case, where all data painstakingly detailed and impressions that seem important or relevant. Era thorough the inspector, there was no doubt. A paper slid to one side of the box, literally flying through the air, planning a little as if it were a comet and dropping a few feet away, at the foot of the main cabinet. While the data gave the judge, kept his eyes on the paper, as if hypnotized.
hung up and walked to the paper, raised it and recognized the inverted triangle and doodles of the dead numerologist 5 months ago. What was his name? Ah, yes, Mercedes Alzaga, Argentina diplomat friend of the same nationality.
All intrigue, he said, and smoothed out the graph paper, which handled almost always roll up, Wow, something is missing here, mmm, there is only a doodle, other numbers have been erased, are mere unreadable spots.
a rainy night in April, Philip Renoir, Inspector of the Surete, repeatedly revising a piece of graph paper, that under an inverted triangle blurred, showed only a few patches and the following legend:
1-8-1 - limited circumstances.
had struck twelve bells and a new year was greeted with great fanfare. Paris was lit from head to foot, earning the nickname of the Old City of Light as never before
Joaquin closed the little secretaire where lots of invitations would sleep the sleep of death.
His last hours in the French capital were the worst of his life.
Totally gone gray, stooped by arthritis and herniated disc, carrying 60 years representing a dozen more, gathered their luggage at the door of the mansion he had occupied for three decades.
forced early retirement and came to cover a series of unfortunate events that had occurred in his diplomatic work, small mistakes that seemed to hold together some kind of correction policy and a series of items which were considered unjustified art magic, suddenly made him return to his country, his head bowed as he plays the loser.
To make matters worse, an incredible snip your pay is considered just left a passable entry in their country of origin, their bank accounts were frozen until they take a final decision on financial matters placed on the mat and walked mood dark underground tunnels of his consciousness.
depressive, sick and incredibly weak, did nothing to repeat image after image of important facts of his life in Paris, city \u200b\u200bof the slate roof and the gray and blue autumn.
would now be sitting in front of the fireplace, feeling crackling logs, with Mercedes Alzaga sitting beside him, sipping a bourbon with a single bit of ice.
The woman destined to enjoy her maturity, who died without warning, leaving him alone in front of all the struggles he had to face in the future. The baby's death that he believed his son, the deceitfulness of Eloise , embezzlement at the embassy, \u200b\u200btheir victimization and helplessness .... the return to Buenos Aires unnoticed
The bell rang abruptly removing it from his thoughts, the driver sat the luggage in the trunk and left him at the airport ... ... ... .. Joaquin came a day after Buenos Aires.
Renoir was a big headache with legs.
Too much alcohol mixture, too much food, too many years ....
he could not disengage from duty.
Nor have allowed it.
- My New Year's gift, Inspector - said the officer on duty bringing you a package smaller than the red tape that dolled. "Puro motif, thought Philip, sure it is a new book, as happens every year.
- Thanks, canau, very friendly -
automatically opened her drawer and right to accommodate the new book given away
could not help being startled when the paper was thrown as by an invisible hand and giving several turns in the air, was placed gently at the foot of the closet
This time knew it was the Mercedes Alzaga grid paper.
had no doubt.
not hesitated to open it to check what was missing this time.
was as if he had been waiting since the last time, years ago.
I carefully unrolled and smoothed out, as ritualistic, as never before and as usual now.
was blank
not even noticed the inverted triangle
Much less spots or smears.
- If I tell you this, I will be mad -
Best left him well.
lit his cigarette and walked the same match to the corner of the paper, which is wrapped in a yellow flame with lots of blue. He left in the ashtray ... until the graph paper was turned into ashes.
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He was soon weakened, knees began to bend, it was apparent that oxygen was scarce.
"Both ozone and what" exclaimed
Revised the meter and found that he was right. He pushed the red button and the level began to rise to equalize in Full.
"Luckily," he thought, returning to feel rosy and strong as a unicorn in love. They had always liked unicorns . But now was not so young but had become one of the best biologists, his magna cum laude reliably attested.
took two steps forward - if that's what could be called steps, in fact, two strides sprawled over half a meter and was literally sitting on the floor of Ganymede
What breathtaking view ... what amazing scenery!
Mountains, valleys, craters and lava flows.
ice and silicates everywhere, frozen water on the surface.
repeated like a parrot for themselves the lessons: numerous impact craters that show mostly bright radio systems, those who do not have them are perhaps the oldest ... light bands alternating with dark bands,,, deformation of ice ... .. that makes Ganymede a mottled territory.
Motas. Tears spots may appear on a continent smooth and clear as a shirt or a dress ... humans cry for various reasons ... life or death ... or sad emotion ... love or heartbreak ...
acceptance or rejection
There she was , the largest of the moons of Jupiter and as far as he knew most of those belonging to our solar system, seeking to find ways to give birth to plant life in the soil so poor or so absurdly unknown to man.
was alone, something that had always been passionate about.
He lay on the ice and watched the sky full of bright dots ... .. wow !!!... all quiet, solitude, darkness and brightness stellar ... I could not ask for more. He was dragged into his teens when resting your back on your large terrace, on terra-cotta tiles to dig the starry sky, wondering about the vastness of the universe and creation.
smooth induction A sensory - motivated why? - led her to close her eyes.
felt an unfamiliar noise, like something ripping the soil and ice struggling to get out
Five minutes later, a caress green brushed carefully, gently, very gently ....
How did he know it was green if his eyes were closed and the space suit that prevented one of its epidermal cells peep abroad?
opened his eyes. A huge vine growing and growing to his right side exponentially, to milliseconds.
His mind refused what she saw.
immediately sought her hand, feeling the selected seed stock.
had been scattered through a small hole in the fabric allegedly
unbreakable.
smiled. Murphy had said "what should not break, will break when you least expect it."
"Hi" he said and leaned plant, muscle-flexing, but she knew how to interpret the gesture as much sense without pejorative.
"Are you my Creator?" Asked the plant that obviously knew how to speak.
"Yes and no," she replied, somewhat confused. "But rather say yes
In the cold vastness of the moons of Jupiter, a biologist received honors, he was questioning the unmoved mover of Aristotle and his surrogates.
Something tickled on her upper lip ... .... Awakened from its long sleep with the strange feeling that everything we touch strange results. It was daylight. The plant had increased tenfold in size, covering almost all the space for it visible from the supine position.
to wonder how He could feel it through a special clothing so insulated as he was wearing. Searched in vain for ripping, some little loophole, something to substantiate that could even touch the ground as did
But nothing could be discovered.
"Another mystery and go ... ..", he thought, was surprised by finding that all his readers worked in full, without any damage or dysfunction.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," said the plant specimen could not identify.
Should be a lichen, the association of algae and fungus that can withstand temperatures as cold.
addition is all that was in his' bag girl scout "as he called the sealed envelope that NASA had commissioned on this mission.
scientific But among the poor stemmed from neurons in the rules-abiding citizen and probably laburante she was, in addition to their other roles ... so could not help but raise serious doubts .... That was not lichen, without a suspicion some ... ... .. except that lichens on Ganymede is transformed into a giant climbing, the style of a Vicia faba, commonly known as beans, which reaches a height of over barely five feet as straight and upright looking like this fellow that he considered his Goddess.
could not stop thinking about the fact that the plant was talking about. That single circumstance so extraordinary that everything else was lost consistency, or at least interest.
"What I have so far?" - Asked the biologist, "A lichen is not a lichen, a species that has the power of speech and discernment, which I considered her sake Creator ... and still growing, covering the entire available surface, she thought as she looked embarrassed to all sides that had been carpeted by the green living subject.
Predictably have found no satisfactory answer, not your memory, not between scientific knowledge accumulated in parieto-temporal cortex God knows what through synaptic connection.
went into a deep sleep, viscous as molasses, which was falling in layers or sections, each warmer than the previous
He was the first day of work at the Institute Biology Molecular, up the marble staircase of the entrance ... down the same stairs with a happiness that fell to cataracts when they managed to make soybeans germinate in bad weather conditions and frozen ground ... kissing the one man who had loved and which would have had children ... watching him die in the operating room after the accident ... recovered the searing pain of giving up being a mother that day and forever ... returned rapidly to his childhood, to the days of Barbie dolls and Nintendo games ... he was in his father's arms during those 40 days that had the dream invested at 3 months old ... again nibble her mother's nipple to satisfy your hunger ...
It felt so good, so comfortable, so warm, so contained. "I would stay here forever" she thought. "Stay" exclaimed the plant from away.
The news turned the earth for all media. That Thursday nobody spoke of anything else, the social networks were true hotbeds, everyone wanted to say, the academic had left their usual lethargy and gave lectures at every moment ... ... .. attested Hubble, Galileo had sent stunning images, NASA mad: Ganymede, a moon of Jupiter appeared green, a green chlorophyll immensely beautiful. Ganymede was alive and proudly showed the world,
advances were speculating last successful mission.
Scientific away from irreconcilable differences to come together again for the occasion, smiling to Photos and excited for the story
few days later, a small section of an electronic journal of the mentioned NASA the alleged disappearance of the multiple award-winning biologist who was part of the expedition to the moon of Jupiter.
No one could explain the lack of news on their whereabouts. It had been tracking the new grassland and crops of the once deserted and frozen Ganymede with all the technological means at hand. had not been found.
The most accepted hypothesis was that the ground might give way under the scientific and crawl inside, into the depths of the so-called impact craters.
No family left behind.
not heard of any friend.
a dozen acquaintances who had studied with her babble a few words.
