not sure what is reality and what is dream or delusion, let alone now when I am immersed in a scrum of fever that rises and keeps me sweating and shaking. The house has become a fixed element of thought, an obsession.
was the insistent sound of the phone which made me open my eyes and regain contact with real life. Although, if I say the truth, answered the call fucking time. Turns out I called my boss, Mr. Alonso, as I say, not interested in how I feel, how they evolve my foot, as it should.
says, he says, that I'm cheating, that I have seen for an hour to park my car and walk into the offices of Cobrasa, the company most directly competing with ours. By saying that this is not possible, I am with fever 39.5 ° and I can not even move. We had a dialogue, rather than a conversation, bream. Ensures that I saw, it was me, that was my car and I, Abel, was an hour ago coming into the offices Cobrasa. I challenged him finds him coming here and making sure of what state I am. That could come, it will be well received.
of such rage and indignation, came a sudden rush of adrenaline, which surprised me coming out as a tattered, shot out of bed and naked, on one leg, I went to the window, the shutters went up and drew back the curtains. I put on my Levis 501 and a black shirt and started the Ramones smart. Back to the bathroom to pee, I looked in the mirror. I have face a murderer, that if very calm, very serene, but with the intention to solve my problems as it did Dirty Harry. While I was dressing a little hair disheveled, I remembered that when I was little I wanted to be a thief and I was.
I must have been nine years old when, in the small town where he lived, became famous a thief who robbed banks for several years and that there was no way for the Civil Guard could find him. Such was the fame that he had a sleepless night wondering what you feel when a person steals something feel inside What a gentleman when stealing?
The next day my mother sent me on an errand in the SPAR shop, which bore the father of a classmate, Mr. Elias.
I thought it was my big chance to become a thief for a day and should not pass up. Arriving at the store from my pocket a small shopping list. I noticed a knife that was on a panel, among many others, he said: "Knives of Albacete. My heart is beating faster, my pulso no temblaba, mis ojos y mi pensamiento sólo tenían un objetivo: “La navaja”.
I thought it was my big chance to become a thief for a day and should not pass up. Arriving at the store from my pocket a small shopping list. I noticed a knife that was on a panel, among many others, he said: "Knives of Albacete. My heart is beating faster, my pulso no temblaba, mis ojos y mi pensamiento sólo tenían un objetivo: “La navaja”.
El señor Elías tuvo que entrar dos veces a la trastienda a coger unas cebollas y la docena de huevos, que eran parte de mi encargo. En uno de esos viajes, cogí la navaja que estaba casi oculta entre unas cajas de galletas, la metí en el bolsillo y hasta hoy. Nadie jamás ha sabido nada y ahora, de repente, he recordado aquel episodio. Solamente una vez, en una cena entre amigos, con alguna copa de más, dije que yo sabía que tengo valor para todo lo que se me presente en la vida, incluso para ser ladrón. Nadie me creyó porque todos me tienen por buena persona.
Lo mismo que pude being a thief and not feel nervous, no remorse, no sense of sin or guilt, I can kill anyone who dares to offend my authenticity. That offends me is the victim of my revenge. There are a thousand ways. not need to prove the truth. The truth is the truth.
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