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II

(up close)

A rope ladder unwinds on my roof and swung a boot that effort was evident in a vacuum balance. After several rungs down the soldier glanced into the cab and the extended arm told the pilot to move the helicopter slightly to the right. The pilot maneuvered with precision lever geometry. When the aircraft was completely perpendicular to the raft, the soldier gave him the ok to the driver (closed thumb and forefinger in a ring) and returned to hold the ladder with both hands in time for the flash of the wave not head launched into the sea. His body twisted in the air like a worm on a hook.

jumped. A movement of cachumbamba put my side of the raft feet above the sea. At the other end of the boat was a soldier, sunk in the water from the waist down and holding battery Chevrolet slipping. When the raft was stabilized, the soldier stood with a new jump and walked toward me holding a flashlight. I turned off the light bulb in and stopped the engine, as if trying not to breathe.

- How strange! I could have sworn that this refrigerator was running.

said as I inspected every inch inside. The bottom drawers, plastic lids (for which he spent boronillas hand to shake some bread the day before), the first grid, the second drawer under the fridge (still smelled of sausage), the thermostat, the compass, the freezer, the deposit of butter, the eggs does the compass ...? The eye of light returned to the point where seconds before exchanging a nod with a compass rose. The soldier put his face in embarrassment to find. Do not freak, no. There, under the freezer next to the thermostat and had a magnetic compass needle which marked the North at that right moment. The recruits I closed the door quietly, as if afraid I would bite. Something in me seemed monstrously out of order. I passed the light through the wires back and continued to move the torch slowly, by the power cord in the direction of the battery.

To increase the tension, I realized that I could go on much longer with the engine stopped without running the risk of fainting. Felt like I was paralyzed by freon tubes. Everything inside me is compressed. The nerve impulse traveling at supersonic speed for the electricity cable, and get stopped at the battery terminals to beg, with each razor-thin copper hair, a tiny gift in vibrant volts. Was to explode or go off indefinitely. To continue in that state could even face a serious rupture.

A gust of wind desencasquetó cap to recruit and carried through the air spinning like a record beach. The boy made a futile gesture by retaining it. At the foot of the sea began to cut up more and more. He bent to inspect the battery chevrolet. Noticed he was warm. Guess that's why not take away the hand of one side. The palpable with caution. He must realize that he was still alive, that against the inside walls were shaken by the acids in a perpetual boil. It seemed clear that the boy dark somehow, she understood what was happening, it was a matter of minutes before it was communicated by the radio and gave orders to bring a crane.

puzzled why I see both climb the ladder and returned to the helicopter as if nothing unusual had ever seen. The beam of light from the flashlight Snaige dazzled the raft in the middle of its rise. Before I heard the helicopter moved away the last remnants of a brief dialogue:

- Well so what, Ñagué, you see something strange down there?
- Na ', a tin pedazo'e someone threw away.
- What did not find anything pa 'pal take shelter?
- A couple of eggs. Be careful not the break that are cool.

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take our crew is trapped in the Bay of Havana to share these photos of the trunk of Gerald.

The first is perhaps one of the oldest footage (second half of XIX) that is preserved on the coast seen from the front.

The second provides approximately the same frame in the early 50's. It was taken by a photographer from the Journal Marine who knew the first shot, in order to compare both scenarios.

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Coast RUSSIAN HISTORY OF A FAN

by Gaviota

Flying over the blogosphere, the blog Gaviota Cubadice landed on a window and with his usual patience proverbial heard this story from the mouth of a Russian fan aplatanado on the island of Cuba. You can imagine the great sympathy aroused by an old thing like me anecdotes of poor Orbit in triple pileup condition, foreigners and immigrants in this country. If you finish the story they want to continue cooling no longer pay a visit to the Gull.

STORY OF A RUSSIAN FAN

Hello, my name Orbit

My name is a premonition of my future and my story is sad and long as that of all immigrants.

was born in a distant country which once was a world power. Certainly fan born in a country where no heat was almost a death sentence. I long lines to find work, but at the time of the interview, in front of the fatal question:

- What can you do? or "show us your curriculum?

My cool and refresh function not finding the right job. I did everything to fall into favor and find a job. In a moment of desperation, I voted over a gallon of red paint to see if it goes unnoticed and could penetrate the red rows, hoping to awaken me accept punishment or pity. Nothing.

It could not be with them I decided to be against them because it is not fair for a government to create appliances and then they say "no power to run them" as they did with many of my friends, or not offer work to enable them to live decent, dignified life any appliance that aims to be respected. Protested openly. Orbit in prison.

Nothing worked. Walking the streets of Moscow saw a big boat where a group of coolers were shipped to the tropical paradise, which created jobs for everyone. I saw the frigid farewell to his family and I took that one had sat down to watch the sea while drinking a glass of vodka, for questioning. I approached him because something told me that the future was, this time, the scope of my fins.

Vladimir was called but he changed his name to Mir, it would be more attuned to their new country, I thought. Mir told me everything he had done to end there, I said nor was he working for the same reasons as me. "Here
who just want the hot, only vodka and stoves are made safe. If you do not see red hot you're nobody in this country. Greet

Mir, wished him a safe journey and a future of prosperity in the tropical paradise.
I ran home, took a good bath to eliminate this red enamel exorbitant. I took a peinadita to pallets, picked up the passport and ran to the immigration office.

When I arrived at the office someone told me that the number of immigrants was closed, but if I wanted out there was a "way." The official Hot Iron, no inspired me a lot of confidence, but at the moment because it would not contradict put hot. There was talk in the streets of the evil that was when she got angry, I ironed without further ado. I started to listen and agree with him. Hot Iron
was engaged in illegal trafficking of appliances, must pay $ 8000 hard cash and he took care of the rest. I took a month's time to take the money and if he did he took care to become scrap. He had crossed a line, there was no going back.

can not imagine how many things should a fan to collect all that money. But as the need develops I'll reveal some building.
With a driven shaft of an engine can do wonders, I dedicated myself to sharpen scissors, knives and all that appeared. In the carnival got me headfirst into a huge pot and into balls of cotton candy to eat the damn human. But however much money was not working enough, lacking twenty days and Hot Iron began to threaten with messages that I sent to Mr. Phone the corner. Looking

my favorite film Moulin Rouge was inspired by his protagonist as I had a big red pallets full of swirling lights and all the humans came and dropped like flies into the trap. The rest I can imagine. Discrete I remove my fins, I gave a fluorescent colors and went to the street.
Twenty days later had my ill-gotten money in my pocket. Perhaps there in the distance could lead a better life, find an honest job and forget the degradation of my past life. Iron

I was all cold, just as well. I gave him money and told me I had made a new passport changing my name. I read the first page and I understood what he meant: Orbit Ventiladoration. After reading the name I looked ready to protest, but Iron looked at me and gave me a knowing wink, as if to let me know that I knew of my wanderings.

Night of the consignment was dark, I do not go with no moon. This boat was small and the wharf was away from the city. Frigos group approached him and when I would climb Iron stopped me and told me

- You come through that door.

I saw a silver handle was shining and although everything went dark. Plash ... he was closing the door

"Hey, I tread carefully. I heard a voice next several breaths. There was a lady Fosforera
do not know what to do with us at that time, but went on and we know we were in a Mini-camels engaged in the illegal traffic of goods. The news in recent days did not talk about something else ... the horror of those trips ... and I was over in this orbit.

tell them no more, would be too long the history of this adventure and then lived or live in tropical paradise promised.

Greetings to all appliances free and should not be colored to be accepted.

General Electric Inc. takes this opportunity to invite all the pots of the Comarca Blogger (ironing boards, brooms, washing Auric, vases ... nobles and other human artifacts have been pulled to the abandonment) to collaborate with a history of glory or misery in this space. If you are a pileup and want to insert a chapter of his adventures on this page, let me get urgently frigidaireamericano1@gmail.com . You put the beer and I will chill ... Greetings to all and thanks again to Gaviota by this bridge.

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... there was, a few meters from the pond, the yellow submarine ...

graffiti

a rafter of a reflector light fell from above. He painted a yellow stripe on the water, just meters from our boat, and then completing a rectangle returned by the coastline. While the spotlight illuminated the cliffs, I could see crabs communities still recovery from the devastation of our dive. Some were splashing in the pools of the shore with a leg missing. Other rearrange their egg sacs in the throat of the rocks and the wheels rose into the sky with prayerful attitude. The fishermen had set their heels, probably pissed off by the continuing decline in patrol cars. The bulkhead line looked, by others, deserted. While the balconies and shutters of buildings on the coast I could present a multitude of eyes spying on the bay.

I glanced at the compass and checked our location, we advanced in a northeasterly direction nautical mile per hour. With luck, we could circumvent the helicopter patrols and sneak in between the two Coast Guard boats that just peeked over the horizon.
Snaige
... when suddenly the boat stopped.

- What, bolo? Why stop?

I pointed it a vague point in front of his raft. At first distinguished not anything (only the ocean feasting himself), but when the wave engrifarse again I could see the cairn that was hustling in the opposite direction to ours.

- What is it, bolo! This is no time for beating about the niceties. Engage the front.

Snaige looked doubtful. And it was understandable. He stood before a landmark without doubt wonderful. Sub or sausage model. Sphincter of those who go out at a stroke. With one breath that lasts. He had half inch in diameter and about two quarters in length. The moonlight illuminated it by a point and seemed to turn as a branch of incense. Certainly the aroma it gave off and walked circulating Snaige pipes, as the bolus was recoil attempts to shore. From the back I pushed forward.

These were about fifteen minutes felt like an eternity. The wave engrifarse and put the Yellow Submarine 30 centimeters closer to our rafts. The bolus instinctively gave ground, stepped back towards the jetty, seemed determined to throw in the towel, give him all the ring his opponent, to let the Cuban boxer stand upon the Olympic podium, wearing the gold medal on his chest, delight even without a good fight. The light from the spotlights hit the water again. I waved to him from behind to follow. I resigned to the sewers of the city, conspired against us, they had their way. Snaige No, this is not the time to surrender. You are a boxer Lithuanian, a white bear from the Russian steppes. Fed with the choicest of Holstein cows, Holstein cows crossed with Zebu bulls Remember? And that you have before you is nothing but a black man of the land, raised with rice with egg and fried sweet platanito. You see now regal, muscular, urban violence and smelling of sulfur, but at heart he is a wimp. Let him hit you with the hook and watch you break your wrist against your chest of iron.

Snaige abruptly opened the door and raised a wave that pushed back the submarine habanero - nicknamed with the public of this city has christened this fierce fighter of coastal waters - but when he closed the door, the marker is emboldened and returned to the attack on the current. New Snaige slam, new back, new wave, new bravado, new developments. The fight started to heat up. The audience - me and the marine claque Snaige had attached to its frame - we encouraged from the sidelines.

Dale, Snaige, you can. That is, bowling, hit to the right, throw it once, throw it in a left-footer on the reefs the coast. It is a wimp can not you see? We are afraid, finish it.

The bolus is encouraged and allowed to recoil. Intensified its doors slamming. Even managed to fold it in half with a blow wave. In the next attack broke in half. But he could not daunted. The submarine looked like a giant Havana moved. And now we attack with its two halves. As the serpent in the fable, that it is no cut off a head spring immediately because two of the veins of the neck. So it was in this case. But the gig was no turning back. He was determined to confront his fate. And now they were more than one attacker I decided to climb the ring and abetting the Russia in the fight. We face the front two torpedoes Havana while the wave rose over the coastal sky. The spotlight was turned on again and dazzled with its light to the winners in the red corner. Cuban boxers were lying on the canvas. The two were embedded lumps on our doors. Molluscs, crabs, mussels and other aquatic habitat of Snaige left the boat carrying him and took to the seas to escape the plague. A raspy voice spoke over a loudspeaker:

- hey, who goes there?

The helicopter dropped several feet and ruffled the water of the bay with their propellers.

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... I took three rounds of ram on the rocks and chucuplún: Frigi the water! The little sandy bottom turbid surface was removed and a stain of sardines which lay a few meters, fled in terror. Sea fans sagged under the pressure of the water and protested that disrupt sleep mode with a rhythmic movement of all branches. Some hedgehogs rolled slowly across the sea floor, others curled up on themselves and bristled the pins as a sign of embarrassment. Hidden among the reefs, crabs raised their teeth to protect themselves when they saw the tidal wave that hit them.

The wave got up after falling on his face struck the fishermen from the coast and a couple that was pressing against the wall. Confused in the wrath of the sea was showered with grunts and sunfish on the sidewalk. The fishermen ran to grab them by the tail while the fish danced in the light of lanterns. Too much salt in the kiss made the couple took off his lips and looked into all directions trying to understand what was happening. With one hand still tangled in her hair, he said the girl to be set at a point where two packages uncertain horizon floated under the moonlight.

(...)

Snaige emerged from the sea floor with the frame covered with seaweed and a crown of white corals. At first I could not recognize. He also had several mussels attached to the sides and a family of seahorses who insisted on serving as escort. That was just the prelude of things to come. The bolus was a magnet that drew water creatures. Or so I understood.

the distance I heard the sound of sirens and saw a flame that slowly lost height. "Firefighters trying to control the fire line" I thought. The sound of ambulances and intensified patrols minute by minute. Soon, the lights on the roofs of police cars flashing down the avenue from the coast.

With the calm sea, I looked around to make sure everything went as planned. At first the operation was a success. The lifeguards were inflated and tight around Chivichana, no rope had run place, and the nylon that protected the two batteries and other electronics Chevrolet had not been dislocated by the impact of the water. Our crew had just suffer, however, a low sensitive.

- Snaige, have you seen Jacinta?

Bolus pointed me toward the city. I turned and saw the seal stop after the reef. The lamplight's highlighted on gray background buildings. He supported a flap over the wall and the other waving in the air saying goodbye.

- Foca, jump! What? Skip the pool! Get moving!

The seal launched a noble roar and shook his head in negative. A tear half oil, half water down his snout.

Many years later I learned that we were not the first appliance to which Jacinta helped leave the country illegally. In the late sixties, Maggi, a jukebox that was brought to his corner kicks in a bar in Old Havana and released without further protocols, including the vomit of drunks and banana peels in a garbage dump, managed to survive such humiliation and spend his old age in an antique shop in Memphis by Jacinta services. Some say that the seal was doing it for interest. And if that were the case, I do not think we would have the right to remonstrate. Its location at the National Aquarium could not be worse. Jacinta had given him, conceited cute name. His portion of fish was in sometimes miserable. His dream of becoming a star of the show was cut short by the excessive ambitions of Silvia, seal it with an iron hand controlled the promotions within the Aquarium. (And we know that in Cuba, just to join the cast of the ballet Coppelia, who to hit a beach ball with his nose, you have to make first official position as prima ballerina ).

So maybe in some cases, the seal appeared moved by the interest and need. Who knows. The truth is that we did not ask us a penny in return for their help.

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Carnival tomorrow Ivis house


At 4 afternoon when Miami. It will be fancy dress party, is preparing to yours. See ya.

(stuck on the door with saliva)

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History of Frigidaire, according to Yvette


When Aug. 22 finally emboldened me to open my mouth, I thought I was going to talk house walls and spider webs in the corners. The idea, really, I'm not discouraged. Spiders are an exquisite audience (the walls are not so much). Right now, as chatter, all pay attention to her large eyes wide open spider. A just moisten the mouth with the tip of a thread before threading on one leg and give the last stitches in a spiral that has been working for more than three nights. "Of course, spider, I was Volao that design, you're getting pa 'five hundred ...". Ok, Gerald, but do not disintegrate. What I was saying ... ah yes ... Aug. 22 ...

To my surprise, from the beginning humans were interested in listening and dialogue with an appliance. And as is so natural to humans, these did not conform to hear the memories and anecdotes of Fridge, but wanted to intervene and to participate in them . The first comment was made out of this diary was very symptomatic that this could happen. And I was glad to learn, early on, it was possible that complicity, as if the barriers between people of flesh and metal were not, after all, so insurmountable.

I was also pleased that the idea had several different versions of this biography. After living for so many years in a country where history is one and always the same, I received with joy the idea that they could be multiple stories, each custom tailored to the needs of the listener.

Yvette, Blog of Love is the drug left me a comment this morning that it offers its own version of the story of General Electric. I have asked permission to start this guestbook sheet and paste here, between the pages of this newspaper, as another sign of affection that I no longer know how to thank ...

The History of Frigidaire, by Yvette


The curtain rises and displayed a boy and a cooler looking onto the eighth floor window of the grant of 12 and boardwalk. Is a child of average height but Curiosity is as big as the accompanying American Frigidaire. They both look the sea, stirred by nature and by divine grace of some god who must be furious.

down the curtain and the curtain rises and comes to the fore the Frigidaire pleading with the creature that did not disconnect, to have mercy, he promises to tell more stories, many stories as there are waves that sea in front. And the creature does not get tired of hearing stories, but the Frigi if you get tired of counting.

The plan will change the face of the creature and you can see between her teeth electric cable that connects the Frigidaire with the world, has it all bitten. The Frigidaire has already said several times that this is a danger, but insists on scaring the creature. The Frigi not flinch, maybe an electric frees him from that conviction. The storytelling.

down the curtain and the curtain rises and now is the sea who stars in this film, there are several small boats by our courage not to sink and the child wants the Frigi tell those fishermen who do at sea with such waves. The Frigi says that maybe they were hungry, you have to fight it, he does not know that it's still a kid, but when they pass few years he too will be playing dance manisero. When you're hungry do whatever it takes. The creature knew what hunger, but not manisero Dancing.

down the curtain and the curtain rises, and both are heading to the boardwalk. It seems they cut the elevator because no one saw they were coming down, just as the curtain went up and they were both crossing the street and wet.

The curtain does not fall this time, the creature released into the sea electric cable Frigi by attempting to rescue the fishermen who ask for help without stopping. The Frigidaire very nervous, you know what follows in this cage full of salt, but insists the child and ends up pushing out to sea. Plufff!

see nothing, blank screen, that says in black, someone has cut the ribbon again. People whistles, shouting Focus!, Focus!, Clap, and again a blue screen clarita. It is the sea that is already as we like, a camera panning makes us recognize the lace, the 1830 .... See a child swimming with all his might, and floating on the horizon a Frigidaire top four fishermen asleep.

the curtain.

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La Habana, 2008


farruco The sea is again today ... He awoke with negron Gren Foundation for ... what ... what? The living below the bay, my consort ... Has to 'the PASeries alborota'o this morning ...! Look pa'lla ... ... Did you see that wave? Ññññoooo ...! ... Tremendous! Friend, I'm not lying ...! What fine ... you think that Gerald wants you kidding? Wow, you really believe I would use the innocence of a child? Hey, I swear by the most sacred thing ... the pure, will not deceive you ... that ... there is a negron under the bay ... and to 'the wave that you see over there is the old espendrún ... ... what how I know it's an old ...? Come here, boy, but you're blind ...? Do not you see the gray ...? Looks good there, looks good ... the coral ... and you saw ...? What do you mean I'm kidding ...? What do you mean I'm kidding ...? Hey, fine, you are tremendous desconfia'o ... Oh, well I'm not telling you to go on the stories ... the stories ... The stories, gossip, and I explained that before! You do not hear me when I talk! Nooo, I will not be able to continue ... because you have to believe the things I'm telling you ... if you do not believe me, then it's not funny ... what ... what ..? What is not funny anyway ...? Ha ha ... Now you who are kidding me, eh? What do you mean funny anyway ...? What do you mean it thanks anyway ...? Let's see ... if you like stories "pa 'ask me then what you make them ...? Why do you spend threatening that I going to disconnect, if you get bored, that if you're hungry, more ... a little story. and moving to 'time the current cablecito bloody hand ...? Do you think you pa 'my inventing is easy to be here? No, no, I was wrong, I was confused ... I did not mean inventing ... It's true ... you're right ... you took me back p'alante, yes ... Re-cor-dan-do, that's what I meant ... Yes, you I said I was wrong, man ... that's it ... Damn that thing is not easy, nooo ... you're from Ampang ... no one forgives me. But do not get angry, broderito ... Drops the cablecito! Look, open the bottom drawer and grab the surprise that I have saved you from yesterday ... Ahhhh ...! That you like, eh?

... then I think? That is, Asher history desconfia'os not write ... I said that there is a negron under the Bay, and when the chick wakes up with the passes to swell and sometimes have insights sea ... yes, yes ...

... but do not worry this is a passenger today ... Horita the sun shines and smooths her old espendrún the hot comb ... Yes, yes ... it does not last! Did not you hear a Rubiera he said ...? Said the exact ... sea \u200b\u200btoday went to bed on line, so it is that I'm saying that in a little while everything is quiet ... It'll be little calm in a couple of hours ... You'll see ... Wipe your mouth that you embarra'a butter ... more pa 'right ... on the chin ... you there ... I went to the kitchen and grabbed a plate ... is that you're shitting all over the floor to your mother with boronilla, more considerate friend ... I know ...

... I do not understand ... what do you say ...? Swap first ... Chew. Talk with your mouth full of candy is rude to you "do not teach that in school ...? you're going to jam pal fuck ... Swap ... That's it. Take a sip of water ... What you said ...? "Snaige ...? Ahhhhh ... Yes, that night ... where do I was ...? ... Avenue and fireballs ...? Yes, I remember ... you said "we flew over the tooth of dog ..."

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Brief summary of previous chapters: The story takes place in Havana in 1986 . Two refrigerators , a very old General Electric (who writes this ) and the Russian refrigerator 80 ( Snaige Comrade ) have decided to leave the island illegally North. His possible destinations are Miami or Detroit, Matria Facturanda General Electric (ie, my country of origin). The adventure is very risky. The attempts of illegal departure at this time, the Havana regime punishable by years in prison. All the summer of 1986, Snaige and I've been carefully planning our escape. Difficulties in transporting two refrigerators on land, sea or air, with unconventional methods of our company made a chimera or an ordeal just feasible. After much deliberation, I decided to avail ourselves Snaige and two Chivichana to move the residential neighborhood we lived to the north coast of Havana coastline. Jacinta, a seal aquarium underemployed, wanted to join our adventure. (As Judy is the victim of tyranny in the National Aquarium has set the seal Silvia, official star and irreplaceable of all shows).

Finally, one night September began our trip at about 9, when the soap opera. The entire first part of the trip went well. The seal pushed and drove the Chivichana of Snaige with great skill. The inhabitants of the city, mesmerized as they watched the telenovela Roque Santeria, barely noticed us. The problem started when you reach the intersection 12 and Zapata, point from which we had to slide down a slope to reach the pier, the sea and freedom desired ... down the Chivichana Loma were impossible to stop and we had to cross several traffic lights. Line In the light caught us red light. A route 190 is moved along the avenue and we were about to crash into it. The image of death marched by my pipes in the form of a bubble . It was a vision that lasted just a second. When I returned from that vision, I was facing the street again. Line across the street was "An obstacle course" ...
(...)


... pump broke. But behind the glass of soap I was waiting for the bald. At least not immediately. Yes I saw the girl who, a few yards away, playing with a bowl in hand to make the bubbles. He got his head and elbow out the window of route 190 and watching us with eyes telos. I still had the straw between his lips and blowing hard. The bubbles rose to the sky lost Vedado. Some were smashed in the face of pedestrians with a brief tingling, similar to the rain chin chin on her neck. The girl watched us and smiled. He seemed unaware that the two crew with its heavy Chivichana were about to burst from the liver of the bus.

Jacinta tried to stop the momentum of the vehicle. A Snaige he opened the door to the inertia and a packet of fish shot out of the freezer. To see their interests threatened, craned his neck seal and reached to bite the bottom of the cartridge. Five hake dropped out of the wrapper and went to hit the windshield of a lada. Two other ricocheted off a bald head. Simultaneously, a 57 Dodge line down the street ... I was about to bowl with us when the squeal of the wheels and drove it timonazo in a parable that ended with the diagonal a pole. Gasoline was spark and flare on the city sparkle. Cottony edge of a cloud caught fire when bitten by the tongue of fire. "Comemieeeeerdaaaaaaa!" - We heard someone screaming.

In light of the fire, the driver of the 190 finally we could see. He raised his eyebrows above the mustache (mustaches lacking these pruning seem destined to cross my path) and squeezed the throttle with a contraction of all muscles. The crew of the bus fell. The curses of the passengers even more heated up the dense atmosphere.

... meanwhile the Chivichana of Snaige had been slow down. Jacinta one of the fins pressed against ball boxes. Seal oil, the distilled under tables, made spin the wheels on the pavement and ran away Chivichana going around in circles behind ónmibus. (Seen from above, would like to rehearse a waltz on the banks of the icy waves of the Danube).

That left me facing a monster that articulated. The bus pass before my eyes seemed infinite. It reminded me of the endless caravan of cars that you might see in any season, parading through the railways of the Old West. A meter bus resigned myself to the idea that not dodge. His vague tone turned a dirty yellow, just in front of my door in a black rubber. I hit her on the accordion. The rubber yielded to the impulse and my weight, so that the front and back of the bus was curved like a v. In the vortex of the V moved me, slowing down, feeling that when the league had been strained to the maximum my body would catapulted into the air to fall, perhaps, on the lap of Martí, the Civic Square monument. The league stretched accordion, was down, tightened his curses rubber against my door, V became more and bigger ... finally broke the rubber, the bus fracture vomited a mass of tubes, seats and passengers and I went on, more slowly, my descent into the bay ...

... I managed a final sprint give scope to the first Chivichana. When we passed the scholarship Pier 12 and I explained that history in that part had already been told so without adding another keystroke, we decided to continue. Snaige, Jacinta and I crossed the coastal avenue and fireballs, we were struck against the curb of the sidewalk and went flying over the dog's tooth ...

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An obstacle course ... behind the door and looked through the crack ... Westclox II

For Tony and Albert Generation Asere

I just got off the phone ... And the last fax came a few seconds ago ... its brevity and the nervousness of calligraphy make me think of the extremely harsh conditions that had to be written ... Now we enter the zero option ... All that we witnessed a period will start to disappear quickly ... The Wizard and delivered his "Abracadabra" and the curse will be almost impossible to conjure ... The babalaos of Generation Asere have offered their support in this new era secret that opens before me if I still "live to tell" ... Thanks to them I received this last communication:


Dear General Electric,

In these bitter hours ... go sour, I wrote jointly with the hope to say hello and that even follow up, or online. Ultimately our greatest strength has become over time in our worst enemy. After half a century of anti-American discourse, the real truth is that thousands and thousands of tarecos we made in USA "running" something terrible in a country where almost nothing work. What a lesson of history so great my brother!

Trilcemente, Mr. Kellogg and Mr. Picker.

The costume and makeup, which I hope to go unnoticed in the coming days, it was a courtesy of Albert, Asere Generation. Thanks to all who defend our right to live decently old age.

my cold-warm embrace