Tuesday, July 13, 2010
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When I see or hear me (story)
(*)
ME WHEN YOU SEE OR HEAR ME
By Mir. Cristina Rodríguez
was walking with his head down, pondering my past disappointments with people, when her voice shattered the air in two hemispheres before her, after her.
It's really fascinating how the voice of a woman adored and desired in the memory lingers, especially in the case of a female specimen of spectacular beauty, exceptional. That was cream, named after the snub your nose, so perfect that it seemed chiseled on purpose, like the whole face, the whole body, every pore and every hair and every odor that could release
naturally out ¬ - Osqui a sec -
I turned around I have not very clear whether concern or suspicion, not in vain had been 25 years since I endured to male tears in their wedding ceremony, the same day I said goodbye forever in my heart, knowing it was a way of survival. _
Hello, cream, so long! Verla-_
to see her - there, in the park of my loves the Patricians Park, framed around the gradient of various shades of green, I knotted my stomach and closed the glottis to be vivid suspect I would drown before he could say something more
The years must have lost it or not, maybe not, "old fool, you're a total wanker using the same cliches as usual", I thought, "what is lacking is that you say it has improved over time like fine wine or any old thing like that. "
could not help but shake my hand when I took yours. A kiss on the cheek, so close to those lips, silky, voluptuous and all bears do synonymy.
- Look who come to meet us right here - she said, with dancing lights in his eyes. - Right where you tell me that at 13, one of those times I went to look to school -
"God, I thought I just me, remove the temptation in front of me. "
After 10 minutes we were sitting opposite each other in a table with red cloth, in a quieter corner of the confectionery pituca and discreet neighborhood.
Ñata was abusing the expression ... spoke for half an hour around a bit, I summarized his married life and domestic affairs and thus maternal LIDES only she could short. Burroughs thought, but surely she had never read.
made me laugh, made me shut up, I did resent the mere fact of being alive, made me happy, made me miserable, I was undaunted ...
- you know what I remembered a few days ago, at a meeting of alumni of the School of Commerce No. 18? -
- No -
- That experience told me, that of your "invisibility" -
I felt like I was carrying as a time tunnel or something similar. It felt so strange I do not know words to illustrate ... Ñata kept talking, you're so lucky, never stopping .... Half her abstracted half I started to remember
1000 per hour in November 1969.
All paratroopers were summoned by the Chief of Staff of Infantry Regiment 6, myself included, half a dozen of eighteen aner, to communicate that early on the following Monday would yield annual requirements in the School of Infantry at Campo de Mayo that would allow us to continue.
We had finished the course was only 4 months ago.
During the trip we had to discuss our personal stories, both Louis and I, who had studied in Cordoba. Came the inevitable theme of Cordobazo stayed the course for a month, a situation that forced us to do all the jumps almost a day and night, to cap it all, from an old Douglas DC-3 aircraft, the same model used in 2nd War World. To guide us where to land, bonfires were lit at dusk and the wind strong, finished burning the field, which added a note of excitement to the night jumps.
However, this time, practices were equipped with T-10 parachute, a contraption that weighed about 15 kilos
on Thursday had to perform satisfactorily all the requirements.
On Friday morning, of course, we met at the launch pad, we were assigned the old parachute equip us, we checked they were well placed to harness their respective pins and insurance. We add to our body also commonly chest parachute emergency calls. We gave the impression
turtles.
spent about 40 minutes from the Palomar Air Base was spotted the familiar figure of a transport plane C-130 Hercules.
We saw land in the countryside as a legendary bird that dignified
name entered, all probably immersed in that same awe
was like being inside a big submarine, except that with open doors where We could see the whole field.
When the gates were closed rear and side doors, all squeezed sphincters.
There, to avert the cagazo, start all kinds of jokes between the old and young, together with the recommendations of the crew of the aircraft emergency and the head of Flight and Launch that is someone who says "JUMP" accompanied of a hard slap.
Seated, four cars from 15 to 20 men along the fuselage. At each hop
out two patrols on both doors.
the first buzzer sounds, which is horrible - to warn that we are at the required height, 500 m, normal height for jumping machines, because the commands are above 5000 m in the event of combat jump from 150 m
Side gates and back open before the second buzzer
There are just all the jokes because the engine noise increases, wind and earth enter into the plane.
You can see how it flies clothing for the crew and ensuring that they are opening the floodgates. That vision is always something eerie, a rare illusion of the senses accompanied by the howling wind and driving force, something in your stomach begins to move, as if a lot of little hands were inside him, tapping the walls.
no longer speaks, was screaming. We
extractor rope, the one hooked on the plane bags and backpack bag parachute.
second buzzer sounds - more horrible than the last - to signal that we stand and cry to "hook" put the pin on the rope on the wire extractor hook - a thick steel wire that goes from the cabin on the aircraft tail, which is where the bag of the parachute is attached to the aircraft and is then uploaded by the crew.
stand there and put ourselves in a column parallel to the fuselage and each will review the team that is ahead in case you forgot some adjustment of the harness.
Nervousness is total, is a mixture of alert and uncertainty over progress towards the aircraft door and not stay behind.
All the time it takes you to go out hurts coming back because in the spacewalk to reach the ground you can get off the track or landing fall definitely falling on trees, houses or streets.
spend a long, long minutes into the apparatus, the unemployed, prepared and engaged. It sometimes happens that the pilot gives an extra twist to ensure the fall in the default zone.
you still standing waiting to give back around and feel the air pressure as you tighten their head and feet into the stomach.
"Recollections"
The jump was emotional. It was the first time I jumped from a Hercules.
The start was successful despite the wind that sways you and makes you turn, feeling as if a huge hand grabs you by the collar of his jacket and you shaking me in all directions.
When the hood is tight rope, attached by a cable side on the plane and the other going to parachute out of his bag, and you're free
freely in space.
Then come the individual maneuvers to try to steer the parachute that brings you back and if it moves you do not see where you're going to fall. You have to cross their hands off the ropes, right hand and left ahead force behind what you do and turn to go straight to the ground.
I think the best time in a jump from a plane is when you stand at the door waiting to be told: "pop."
You have a few seconds or minutes of time while the plane flies over the drop zone.
This happens when you're the last of the patrol to board the plane as it came first to approach the gate when you jump.
you stand, attach the rope cable puller in the plane, I walked slowly to the door, put his hand right into the wall of the fuselage and the left had the rope attached hood.
sideways you can see the space clean, the sky.
Ever wondered the blue? I was almost breathless with so much beauty, so much levity.
They say "The Door" tour where you drink and the edges with both hands, placing one foot in the output. You look out of the plane and you can see down the green and brown squares that seem to ground pool tables, streets and cars, houses, trees. They are wonderful moments
For those things do not look back as well as see nothing when they go out and do quickly and systematically as there is no time to even imagine thinking
With the last one leaves practically running, we have the complete picture hahaha
.-- Oscar, "TAS? Or do you go? - Loved the voice inquired.
I looked. I do not know if I said that the eyes of a glaucoma Ñata are rare, a rare mix-on what low-green and gold and gray, almond, jealously and closely guarded by thick eyelashes and black as jet, the same tone as your hair. Everything seems to contradict everything. The white skin gently stroking her shouting, smooth, velvet, soft at once wild and sophisticated ... the small snub your nose and mouth ... medium and sensualísima cordate, a deep pink, almost angrily chewed chicle or cherry dessert that dignifies
Point.
- No, cream, while listening to you, why lie, I remembered my episodes of invisibility -
- Ah! - She said, blushing slightly and raising his own desires of a libidinous. - I thought nothing could distract me in front ... apparently, I was wrong --- ending it all with the pout queen that he was on the edge of the corners
- So, spoiled, tell me something about your children - I said, knowing that would engage in a new round of incessant chatter that would allow me to continue my thoughts. And so it was
's voice was lost in the confectionery, while ruthless and determined I would come back to the memory of my trances, my souvenir magnifique ", as he used to call my memories or" memoires "... I love the French . Time
October 2000, November 1969. Fall on an acacia tree. My parachute had been strongly pinned to it. "Will it be a symbol?, I wonder, just an acacia"
repeat aloud as parrot, perhaps to soften the anguish of the moment _antiguamente considerada un símbolo solar, debido a que sus hojas se abren con la luz del sol, cerrándose al ocaso y porque su flor imita el disco del sol. Su madera, imputrescible, fue utilizada para hacer los elementos más sagrados, cosa que obra en el Antiguo Testamento: el Arca, la Mesa, el Altar. También planta sagrada para los egipcios, “Rama Dorada” de los antiguos misterios, fue la madera con la que se confeccionó la cruz donde murió Jesús tanto para rosacruces como para masones y entre estos últimos la acacia es la planta símbolo por excelencia, símbolo de la verdadera Iniciación para una nueva vida y de la resurrección para una vida futura, quizás se explique todo esto porque its verdure is perennial, its hard and incorruptible wood, which gives an unquenchable life successfully reborn and permanent
muerte._ I loose and fall from 5 to 6 meters to the floor
I wake up and visualize two rescuers are moving towards where I
"They come in my quest," I say and make them sign the parachute lying marriage ... even with branches and bushes
I was close enough to hear their conversation and noise bushes and clumps that were stirring.
Both subjects are still looking like that, a few meters from where I am and - most striking of all, do not answer my calls and seem to ignore my cries.
compact I have the absolute feeling of being inside a bell jar
Go! Very strange, almost frightening, I say, because the parachute has a 20-meter length of the cup to the harness and a diameter of about 10 meters, as not to see.
spend about two feet from me, looking in all directions, without me, without listening, keep walking like that, talking among themselves and are lost in the bushes
I am still alone, pulling me
harness No might not see me or hear me start to distrust
. An earthquake ice freezes me suddenly and completely from head to toe. Will I passed out and dreaming this? - I wonder,
I continue trying to disengage and coil the strings of my parachute.
A great time passes and not see them back where they had gone
- Idiots! - They cry in despair "They passed me and did not see me or hear me? Are they mad or are they made? -
Both rescuers were looking perplexed, they are watching me with that look of you think "this is hopelessly insane"
I have everything as it was., I can vouch for where they came from and where they were, but said not having seen or heard.
currently do not believe a damn, but I ride safely, without any recrimination, tired of so much anguish, restlessness and an enormous desire to return to camp safely.
not believe them of course but always stayed with me this fact as something strange and unexplained.
Today I found, or at least I think so.
However, another strange event took place or anomalous later, during a gathering of friends.
remember late. I walked right in and said hello happy hubbub, shouting, but no one answered the salute ... .... On the contrary, everyone was still talking and listening
I approached each one, I forced my voice to the limit, but not mu, or face care or were in shock ... all the same, unaware of my presence
Angry and thinking everything was a hoax, perhaps motivated as he arrived too late, I went to another place.
However, when I returned to the meeting, all came to me like they just arrived. They were so excited by my presence and his own talk that I stopped to think that something had happened, something unusual, sinister, as in the previous case, the rescue workers.
- So I said, you're too young to marry, but if it is your decision and you feel safe, go ahead my son, I will support you in anything that can --- Ñata me out of reverie.
- If you were seeing perfectly, I would say that is happening to another one of those trances of invisibility you had in your youth ---
cynically said I felt something inside me lacerated. She was not particularly clever or sophisticated but had a great sense of sarcasm that I always had weird.
- No, I managed to respond with a minor and false smile, perfectly designed for emergency cases and tag, like this
- Just thought a bit off topic, about that, indeed, my first and second event not to be seen ... or heard - I said and drew a complacent grin on my face.
Ñata looked at his watch and said with real concern, Oscar, it was so late, I pick up my grandson from kindergarten, please write me here your current phone and your dire, - reaching out a paper napkin and
a pen - I promise to call you, so you do not spend another 3 decades - clear and genuinely laughed
Docilely upgraded my data in that role wrinkled and delicate, I gave her, kissed her on both cheeks, brushed intentionally, and accompanied her to the door
- I'll stay a while longer, I will order something to eat, I'm hungry, "he said, and I returned to the table
I called the waiter. I ordered breaded fried chicken and a house white wine. A bit of black bread and butter spreads, some German-style mustard, incidentally.
thoughts were waiting in a crowded corner of my mind I almost drown
Where was I? Ah, yes, my memories of when I saw and I heard
These episodes are not never erased from my memory
Over time, research on the internet, I found a specialist in these issues: Diana Reeds
I contacted her by mail
details Conté all waited anxiously
mail most correct English, I read things like:
"Their experiences with invisibility are typical of someone who is going through HSII, or Human Spontaneous Involuntary Invisibility" ""
"" This is happening all over the world since the 50 years or more, according to records but now with greater frequency ""
"" I think it's an energy field that surrounds the individual (aura) that changes its frequency and vibrates at a higher level than other people can see. This usually happens for about half an hour only, then the person is seen again "" "
" "Even I could not figure out why the invisible person can not be heard
" "It is possible that the change itself vibrational frequency in the invisible person put temporarily into a different dimension where no one can see or hear "
" "Some people find they can not be seen or heard and that the much altered. Think they are being ignored or that people are jugándoles a joke or that others are being rude or impolite and do not respond when spoken to, or are acting strangely, at least ""
"" I wrote my article on Invisibility spontaneous human because I wanted to know that those involved are not crazy ... I wanted them to know that this happens all over the world to a small group of people ""
"" You're not alone in having this experience "."
- Want something more, sir, "dessert, coffee? - Asked the waiter
Startled, I replied, a little nervous - a home-style flan with dulce de leche and a coffee
And the bill, please -
I loved the flan, my Mom did almost every Sunday, either caramel
a bonus was a very sweet pot of milk pastry, which was hopelessly empty
And you know, coffee ... I always could
While savoring all tugging smoothly from that part of the memories of childhood-adolescence, seasoned and dotted by mom and dad my brothers, grim and silent as always, continue with the process of demystification of my anguish "invisibileras"
must be terrible not be seen or ever heard
remembered an autistic son of a corporal, my companion during Skydiving in Cordoba.
While it was vice versa, I grieved the memory and suffering hidden from their parents.
I also came to mind the hands of a cousin who was born blind, kept in an asylum run by nuns when my aunt remarried. Those hands spoke, heard, saw, felt, worked wonders! With those hands anyone could afford not to see.
"Deaf? Well, Beethoven, without comment
But, of course, they are in any case the back: "not see", "not heard", but are seen and heard.
The truth is that I, when I see and I hear, I feel damn bad.
The waiter approached me and pulled me out of my thoughts. He looked at the table, pulled a huge upset gesture utensils, and went to the box with your ticket account
heard with amazement that he told the cashier - who knew? The table 6, disappeared without pay ... like a good guy, honest, has left me speechless, really ... ... .. Son of a bitch, sure took advantage of the minute he took the order to the table 14 ... For as little amount, the truth, thus staining and risk being fish ... what times, idiot, what ever! Since you can not trust anyone. As I always say: it serves to medicines, which gave birth to him!
- I want to pay my bill I shouted, to the brink of collapse, full of amazement and shame
I got up and left the
confectionery
confectionery
Outside wind had risen and the temperature was cold
I got the neck of the bag and I walked
No taxi would stop me, for obvious reasons. It could, yes, take a bus, but I wanted to walk.
I knew that in ten minutes or a little more, would be visible again
Or maybe not
Who could secure?
I looked with my eyes the park acacias
it my way ... you never know ....
(*) The Invisible Man
2008
40 x 40
paper on wood
Daniel Juarez
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