For that reason, when the doorbell rang, he was annoying. Upset as if he himself had not interrupted the dream of a dozen people with their so-called mamagallisticas. The doorbell rang insistently over and over again. That is why he had no more remedies which lifted. He opened the door.

With a twelve year old boy, was found with a dirty face and innocent eyes his unexpected visitor, who wore a red and black horizontal striped shirt, asked him: Lord, does against whom play deportivo Maicao, tomorrow?-felt that you a burst of anger are Lossing him. He was about to pull the door in the face to the youngster, but he stopped in time. In a second of lucidity, he thought that life was passing the Bill. He had received some medicine that had been given to the poor people to which it woke up in the night. Tomorrow there are no party, said to the youngster. don’t you see that is election day? The boy went by where wine. He wore a balloon under l arm, shorts and bare feet.

Emilio wanted to go back to sleep but couldn’t. He wanted to prepare a bit of instant coffee but the bottle was empty and the sugar filled with ants. He went out to look for something to eat. He felt and silence lived the lazy silence of noon, beer cans lying on the streets and the bottles of whiskey thrown everywhere gave account of a spree of large proportions. A pickup truck four doors embedded into a post of the electrificadota, completed the show. Finally, after an hour of fruitless search, surrendered. No restaurant It was open. He had no choice but to go to the Palace of cholesterol and dispense a meal low in price and rich in fat and toxins. The Sun fell inclement in the tiles quebradinas of that pavement badly made, when Emilio returned to home, i.e.