We had to enter the house when they came the crazy. It was then when he finished crying, was kicked on the last free throw, we left the shelter where no one would find out, we made ourselves visible. Had to be done before the mad get too close. The most courageous, such as Tumi, stayed until the last moment, even spoke a little with them.
the day was boring being at home. The evening was fine: we restregábamos hands on the stove, large intriguing stories told, the dog we called for the abandonment to lick wet and warm. And we had to do the crazy.
The Quica and Sara, so were called, were mother and daughter. It seems that also had a son, but nobody had seen or knew him or knew where he worked or anything. Mother and daughter
appeared about six. What made from a plant mass relentlessly dark and closed. We could not even imagine that within this oppressive density were any place to eat or sleep. Spaces or where they were to exit or enter. We liked spying. Sharp eye glimpse thought: twisted wood, branches intertwined, glowing eyes of hungry wolves, animal sounds incomprehensible, sharp thorns, buds frames surround and blood. They wore a kind
medieval slave tunics made of burlap, sewn by hand with pieces of yarn of any color, a rope belt around her waist and rain boots "Pampero". Always the same, cold or heat. Among the features of their faces were contorted hung a graying goatee and those of the Mandarins. The mother's goatee was longer, by age. Went to the tangled Chuzas covered with ashes and mud. Pushing a cart with wheels market oval with a dog inside. He was a chubby dog \u200b\u200bwhich only saw the head and both legs resting on the rusted iron bars of the car. The rest of the body succumbed also embedded in a bag made of burlap. Ambassador they called it.
- Would not you like to have a beautiful dog like me? Asked Ambassador evening after evening with his face in despair.
- Who would want a dog of such a family? - We said we.
The Sara had a smaller one in a bag slung over the shoulder back. The small dog was never the same. Do not know if starved or ate them. The little dog had no name, perhaps not fond Non-baptized. The crazy tireless
repeated the same parliament day after day, asking about the fields of Mars, the sun on the wheat field and the rain that night surely avecinarían. Among phrase and sentence shouted "bottle" and "rod." They did it in a high-pitched falsetto voice as a cry for help. A request for someone to release themselves. The imitated us, we like to do contests and choose the one that screamed "the bottle and wand."
That summer, a foul smell was invading us to suffocation. Everyone in the neighborhood, we knew it was coming from the world of crazy, but nobody dared to enter. Neighbors called the fire department.
Firefighters went into the dark foliage where they lived the Quica and drawing paths Sara machete. Tumi was very curious and did not care. It was, without doubt, the bravest us. And you most attracted to crazy. Tumi was also a little crazy. Closely followed the path made by firefighters. Then he told us that in the midst of the thicket he saw a straw and mud hut surrounded by debris of all colors. On the floor of the hut had eight inches of standing water. He thought he saw a mother and daughter were naked, with the "Pampero" on. In the wrinkled skin of the mother saw some pictures violet, like a pirate map.
Some frogs, to defend their territory, they wanted to prevent the entry of firefighters. Croaron deafening, I jumped into the knees. Firefighters are tenacious when it comes to doing good and advanced Hundreds
dragonflies and butterflies clinging to the wings with safety pins, covered the walls of the hut. Tumi told us that many still bleeding. Ambassador startled barked, "By what right and come to our house? he asked. Nobody answered.
The smell came from a rickety bed with a decomposing body wrapped in the sheets. Tumi
saw everything and told us:
- We were not, said two of the thousands whiteflies that flew over the body on the bed.
- Wait a bit that there is still something of brain tissue, called a worm poking out the eye sockets.
Quica, the mother, as the rooster crowed the dawn. Splashing water splashed circles rotten.
- Get up, lazy shit that you have to go to work. Quica rebuked the decomposed body on the bed.
- My son is a lazy shit, you have to go to work but not get up. Tried to explain to the firefighters.
- Rod, Sara cried ...
After the bulldozers came and left nothing. In the place built a Chapel to scare all evil. The priest had to exorcise it with hundreds of gallons of holy water. It seems that the neighborhood was quieter. We keep going home at dusk to the exact time that was heard shouting: "the bottle", "rod"
