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What came after was not like in the movies. No. In the movies there is a similar scene but with some differences in the script and the script is crucial. (It should be considered, a number of questions of editing and sound design and subtle lighting effects, but the time now does not give us supply) Say, in short, someone is falling from a fourteen storey building. It's a girl of 16 or 17 who has the face of film actress. He wears a plaid skirt and knee-neck embroidered blouse is triangulated around a crucifix. A thin strand of hair falls over his forehead and tickles the tip of the nose. The girl blows half of the mouth and keep walking, with arms cross for the wing of fourteen storeys. (The scene must arouse in the viewer a sense of vertigo moderate).

Their destination is the sidewalk. We know. Is subtly evident. Although she takes pains to delude and deceive. When it reaches every corner of the roof his feet draw a diagonal to avoid a vacuum, to find support in the next tile. Palpa vacuum, but it sinks sandals. Not decided. Childish flirting with death. Him about his lips, but no kisses. He is content to breathe your breath loaded, a few inches from his face. We do not understand what goes on in the heads of the young. We know their plan. (Obviously, as I said). But do not know what motivates her to perform the act. (We went to the movies with the movie already started and we made signs to usher us to sit quietly and we did as soon as possible. A fat man protested when he had to curl my knees to make way for a refrigerator). We do not understand. And it matters little after two or three movements of the camera. On the movie screen the girl's face is huge. Inside the eye roll, 24 frames per second, the final scenes. The cameraman did not even need to emphasize it.

In an oversight, she slips and falls with both arms hanging from the eaves. His hands lose strength rapidly. We are not her, but be no need to feel that their battalions were weak and give way, the bones of his fingers, having to bear the full weight of the body, are soft like jelly. A hand loses grip and the heroine (which this category has risen and the imminence of death in our hearts) remains one shoulder pendulum. (There is a gritico in the room at this moment). A bird comes to rest on the wall of the roof. The young leads the eye down and intuitively calculates the distance between your body on the sidewalk, and a half seconds of freefall.

death to face it up then. The look, the smells, he slips through a hole in the nose like a horrible bug. It spreads like a fog the brain. The girl, now thinks he has seen, not more. All suicidal thoughts evaporate into the act and all the energies that applied just before the idea of \u200b\u200bdying is transmuted into impulses of survival. Heroin swings and try to grab his arm forward to release it. Their efforts futile. Just get that hand is still clutching the building is going slowly slipping. The fired cement fingers one by one (pinky, index, ring), as removing the chord just click on the funeral of a church organ. The body prepares to fall. The hand is released. The audience jump in their seats. Mothers will cover their faces to their children not see the scene that follows, to miss the exact moment that another stout hairy hand and wrist down from heaven to grab her arm and save it from involuntary suicide. The hairy boy was the eighth floor neighbor, who had spied on the girl since she left the bathroom naked, until he climbed on the roof with checkered sayIt, sandals and embroidered blouse.

This is, generally, this scene in the film. In many cases, introduce some changes (the bird perches on the wall of the roof, for example), but the essence is always the same: a hand that rescues the other hand at the right time of the fall. This was not

what happened that night when Snaige sank into the water finally. His raft suddenly collapsed and the tangle of seaweed, fish, and metals that had become broke down as the anchor of a sailboat. I guess I tried to extend an arm and he instinctively react by imagining that tended me yours. The absence of two hands would link, in a ghostly, in a vacuum. I would help him climb on my raft (ie, the rescue) and would not see the time when its roof was saying goodbye to me, falling into the depths of the bay, without hurry or remedies, escorted by a procession of fish and undulating motion of a brunette.

From the bottom, Snaige last time I looked with that face staring captive and that are so characteristic of Russian refrigerators: sparkles more or less opaque or bright light on the surface of a square. As he descended, the sea began to creak. It seemed that there was an underwater earthquake. There was a terrible roar, like an avalanche of snow and crystals. Or a pack of icebergs hitting the ground. El Morro lighthouse shook himself from the ground. With the din, one of the lights came down and shattered on impact against the rocks. An officer of La Cabaña observed when marking your watch to see that the ceremony had been shot been completed two hours earlier. The eye of the lighthouse continued to tumble with a light under Sections of the night.

Without understanding what was happening yet, I felt that any moment I would faint. Was experiencing a serious voltage drop. I noticed when checking batteries. Were red and about to burst. Snaige was still connected to them and for some reason I was eating at full speed.

bolus seems that the world wanted to say goodbye with a final show of its cooling capacity. On his way to the bottom, turned the thermostat up and tried to freeze the waters of the ocean. When the last water molecule cracked your skin to become solid, the sea in front of the bay was turned into a huge park in winter. Some waves were trapped in a gesture of rage. And the fish behind the glass, looked trim plastic or plaster, exposed in a showcase of Apple Gómez.

Chevrolet batteries were almost empty. Before losing consciousness, the last images I retained my body was sliding down an icy plain, North.

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The top piece is entitled "A sacred fallen in the line of duty" and was presented by Vicente Rodríguez Bonachea in refrigerators Expo "Instructions."

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The raid lasted all night. Helicopters dropped like flies on rafts and fishing boats and arrested anyone who they seem suspicious. Those who did not seem suspects were also arrested and imprisoned, for the leaders of the operation, after much deliberation and consume at least two packs of cigarettes, concluded that this lack of "suspicion" was itself somewhat suspicious ( "sospechosísima" - exclaimed the Colonel gravely Valeverde striking with the pointer over a map of the city), and were unwilling to let a group of criminals from escaping from the hands of revolutionary justice and come to the Keys South Floridians lack of error estimates or a military strategy .

The Patan and Coast Guard boats moored breakwaters steadily in Cojimar and Regla and detainees spat overboard. Thus were mounted on trucks and taken to detention centers for questioning. Nick was dinner that night. The current Penal Code established penalties of up to three years for "illegal attempt to leave the country." Horned and beaten was the sign that the State hung from the shoulders of anyone who was caught in the attempt. Very few books.

During interrogation the accused found it particularly difficult to prove his innocence. The greatest difficulty lay in the subtle difference that existed between a vessel intended for bass fishing or needle and another whose purpose was to navigate the murky currents of the Gulf. The truth is that Cuban boat people not put their hand, constantly embarrassing to the authorities with the idea that any device that would float (or likely to make it float) could be employed for this company: from the roof of a bus, going for water tanks one roof, or a frame of bamboo, to those famous camionautas that crossed the Strait with the lights on and honking - say that to scare away the sharks - the most glorious afternoon no doubt.

Did anyone throw the sea into a refrigerator? He wondered more than one guard when confronted with our rafts. But as they did not see anyone inside the boat left us floating adrift.

With all Jelengue, Snaige and I went along at the pace we would like. In fact, we were back slowly toward the coast. The waves that rose boats and helicopters with patrols kept us trapped inside the bay. It seemed impossible to go beyond the bottleneck of that pocket of land that God had carved on the north side of town for the habaneros and your visitors will fill gradually, with our filth, our tar and old urine.

Snaige The mishaps began to be much more severe. Once the sea licked the shit PLASTON that hung from the door, returned to haunt him molluscs. A tarpon of at least twenty pounds, tired of swimming and wanting a nap, sat in the water of one of its drawers. Several crabs climbed up the freezer to slide down the slopes of the ice. A brunette ball on its roof, and yawned. After twenty minutes of siege ocean, carrying a crew Snaige much heavier than their raft could hold. The bolus was going down. His Chivichana sank. The sea from her womb claimed gloomy.

Then we remember Flipper and Bud, the dog Fury and television programming that summer. Snaige delirious and was beginning to become a paradise with its recent past on the mainland. I blamed myself for having coaxed the project to leave the paradise of the Great Lord of the metals would have given him to eat his younger and likely to pass in peace holy venerable old age. In her delirium, called his dark corner in the kitchen of the Casanovas "the Luyanó Celeste", "White Udder's homeland." I tried to give new impetus, as he thought of a device to lighten the weight of your boat.