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was a postal mailing envelope, no return address, addressed to me with a stamp of the province of La Pampa.
The letter piqued my curiosity because I knew no one in La Pampa. I tore the envelope top and extracted a grid sheet pulled carelessly back from a spiral notebook, written in a cursive disorderly school.

Top and center, a word unknown, at least it was for my text-headed. Following that word read:

"You should not pronounce this word. You can read it, but you should never say it. Just copy the letter seven times and send it by mail to seven destinations known. You must copy it by hand in cursive, and send copies within seven days from today. "
"There is no person who has uttered the word or has not sent back in time"

I had not received these strings. Once used to be more frequent. Never had answered and would not now, of course.

few moments I was trying to understand the full meaning of the last sentence. I gave up, pulled away the sheet and continue with the next post. Soon came

Rosa for cleaning. "Stay

Don Julio, which I do not mind.
"You always say that, but we know that bother, Rosa," I said sitting up with the newspaper open and without taking his eyes from reading. All this may throw, it's rubbish, "I said pointing to the pile of torn envelopes and mail advertising. Rosa

up the handwritten letter, read the word aloud and asked
- What do you mean? Rosa
I do not know but read what follows, you will see who has committed a grave error.
She continued reading aloud with some difficulty. The first sentence was enough to understand the joke.
"Look, if something happens to me I'm going to claim as a work accident huh? Said closing the charade. Both laughed and each went on with it.

Around midnight the phone rang. Attended Marcela, who was still up. Half asleep I heard someone refer to should be Rosa.
"From here he went to the same time as always. Yes, in the evening, around seven, yes. No, no not really told us anything. Well, anything keep me informed.
When he lay down, I gave the obvious details.
"It seems that Rosa did not return home. Are concerned. He called the eldest daughter.
"He will have gone from the fat fuck," I replied in the language of marriages that trust usually coarsen.

But the fat had not gone to fuck. We knew the next day. He left home that evening and the two blocks was hit by a bus. He died instantly. We returned the wake

at eleven. I warned at work that afternoon and would I stayed for lunch at home. I entered the studio to get some papers. I never find the papers that I always end up looking and reviewing the trash. Then, in a very open bun turned to see the letter from La Pampa.
picked it up carefully, the iron, palm on the desk and re-read slowly, pausing threatening in that last sentence: "There is no person who has uttered the word or has not sent the copies on time." Case acquainted with the death of Rosa, who had pronounced the word, and I must say that bothers me a bit. There was no way of knowing whether there was a connection and logic indicated that no, but ...
Right there I decided to send copies. Just in case, I chose seven recipients who did not endear me. Clothing seven copies handwritten and sent everything by mail, without sender.

The next week, concerns turned into panic. Day after day the news arrived of the death of one of the recipients. In total killed six: three suppliers of the business, a financier, the plumber, an aunt of my wife and her parrot. Only survived the neighbor of the fund, if any ignorant woman, who probably was shocked and forwarded copies fatal.

So it was that after ten days, all people who had pronounced the word or had not sent the copies were dead and buried while fulfilling the mandate of the letter.

Now I do not know what to do. I can not formalize a complaint because I have no evidence verifiable and because I feel guilty. And I can not trace back the origin of my letter in La Pampa. I can only
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Living Salad (Story)

is rare that one stops to observe the contents of the fork when you have it in front of the mouth. All movement is automatic, the plate to mouth without checking stations. So. Not so this time, which thanks to Providence, because the fork, holding tremulously to food, came a worm.
always say you have to wash the lettuce, but still not free from vermin given the complicated topology of the plant, which always enables a cache for the grubs smarter.
Finding a worm in the salad invariably becomes an ethical issue: Should I throw the burden of the salad fork or complete? The odds of having a second worm "increase with the discovery of the first? Have you found the worm left a trail of filth on the other leaves plate?
Whatever the case, I am one of those who dismiss the bug and move on. But it turned out that the bug took a bad step and fell back on the salad, quickly lost in the thicket. I pulled a couple of lettuce leaves with a fork, where I assumed it had fallen, but there was no trace of the larva. You have to see how fast these animals scurry. I raised with thumb and forefinger a bunch of vegetables to get to see the bottom of the dish, but there was no case, there was nothing. I must confess that the bean sprouts complicated the task given its similarity to the vermin. Move left and right, the salad to amplify a natural path where one might suspect that had fled and began to go through it carefully myself not to generate new paths, without significance for the task. Soon you
knew the search would be more complicated than expected. The oil made it all slippery and difficult to navigate on the surface of the plate. I knew with the first slip. I fell on an onion ring that was broken instantly and left me crying, bent in the middle of the salad. Groping I crawled up to a thick cut lettuce, the kind that are cut close to the trunk and sat down to wait for the tear was calm and dry eye to see me.
course see was not always possible because the thick choking incident light and created shadows on shadows. I sat up slowly and I resumed the search, holding of the vegetation to avoid slipping. At
salad, ceiling fan air in a breeze derived heterogeneous varying intensity depending on the intricacies of the mess. But along with the whistling of the wind in the leaves, came also other sounds, a strange sort of murmur throats approached and receded to the sound of the vagaries of the wind. I quickly learned that he was not alone.

I stopped at a light to try to sort the ideas. It was certain that there was at least one worm. The prospect of several worms could not be excluded, given the evidence of distant murmur. Whatever the case, it was better to be alert, so I started to sharpen an onion ring segment against the edge of the plate to make a sort of curved sword that made me feel more secure in this inhospitable place. Once the order was reasonably conceived, slipped it behind the belt, from top to bottom.
I walked a long way, following the trail of the voices, but they seemed to zoom in and out regardless of my movements. Fatigue indicated that I should find a place to rest. Place a few lettuce leaves on fresh tomatoes and acceptably quickly improvised a soft mattress, sheltered under a canopy of onions and lettuce dwellings. Looking at the ceiling fan blades I was asleep.

do not know how long I slept, but was not a pleasant awakening. Noise startled me, now, near and intimidating. I got jumped and drew his sword onion. I moved to give money to never leave the back unprotected for more than three seconds. I left the trail and hid in the thickest part of the salad to see and not be seen. I could earn some climbing up a mess of onions, bean sprouts and grated carrot. A foul smell was saturating the air slowly until it becomes so intense it was unbearable to breathe. I heard a slide of bodies on the oily surface the plate. Down there, they moved leaves no doubt boosted by the passage of a massive body is crawling, but I could not see them directly. With total secrecy changed my position, I slid under fraught with lemon leaves and poked my head to watch the trailer with better chances. Five large worms
marching one after the other, arching her plump face up and down, leaving a film of slime behind it was lint on the layer of oil. Without recognizable heads, had yet a couple of black eyes in front and very small mouthparts and abominable that opened and closed slightly as they walked, resulting in a breath sound like a snore. As they proceeded front end moving left and right head as a clear sign of looking for something. Behind the worms
an entourage of creatures going smaller in size and appearance mad, yet seemed perfectly suited to the conditions of their environment. They moved with a spastic whipping always cause fear for their speed. They also seemed to be searching for something.
In a flash of insight I realized that this patrol indescribable creatures absurd and I was looking for me. Yes folks. I had come down to the salad in search of a worm, was now pursued by an entourage of them and must remain hidden in lettuce and tomatoes to avoid falling prey to their unimaginable purposes. I, who held the fork by the handle, must now defend a saber onion ring, which effectively also never been proven. I, who was about to eat the worm, was now in danger of being devoured by them.
The caravan of worms was lost in the woods taking their voices and the smell away, and I froze in my hiding deep in a paralysis even let me think. Finally came back to life, got out of hiding and returned to the trail. I realized I had to arm themselves further. The logistical problem was important. I had no water, no elements that set up camp and not much can be done with a salad. Food was in abundance, though not very high in protein and tomatoes could provide the amount of water needed but how to make a hut, a security fence and a fire combining cuts with lettuce, tomato, onion, bean sprouts, shredded carrots , oil and lemon?
was only one solution: move permanently and make detailed surveys of each area to have on hand a safe haven. And watch, always watch to be protected from the hostile presence of the worms.

New crying interrupted my musings. But now, along with breath, also seemed to reach a human voice.
The floor vibrated plate indicating a crowd. I went into hiding in hiding there. The sight stunned me. Not less than thirty men and women sat in a clearing in the salad, surrounded by five or six worms as a sentinel roamed the perimeter. Humans were very bad. They were ragged, dirty and disheveled. Their eyes were empty, there was no hope or fear or any activity in those eyes. Just lying there, not only wait for death as prey to be devoured. No one spoke, no one looked, there were many but were deeply alone, stranded in some hidden corner of the mind, throbbing, moaning, inevitably alive and desperate, but without a trace or evidence of their desperation. My whole journey
absurd finally came alive, now I knew what I was doing there: should rescue these men from those worms oppressors should free them and bring them back to their limbo, should push to the edge and get them off the plate, leaving forever behind the insane salad full of maggots and vermin.
But could not all at once so hatched a plan. One by one they go to rescue, suddenly coming out of my hiding place, holding them as he could and dragging to a safe place to go next. One by one they would rescuing. Sure you would. Then would like to return to reality. The most important thing was to get away from the worms.

I went stealth and I placed a few feet of a girl who was swinging his torso forward and backward. I called their attention to detect my presence. He saw me and turbo, but they quickly made a sign of silent complicity with the finger on my lips. Then he looked at the floor and continued swinging. I waited a few minutes
the right time and when the worms seemed more distracted guard pounced on me and tried to hold it under armpits. But the girl began to move jerkily and shout so that instantly all worms guard rushed toward us.
Very disappointed as I dragged her out of the circle while all other human beings and animals were screaming like a troubled irrationally, swinging and hitting the floor with the palms. Three

worms came behind us and others began to arrive from all corners of the salad. After a flight of a few meters, one of the worms grabbed the girl by the foot and two others jumped on it. Another grabbed me me with a great vacuum and I stood there watching what was happening with the girl. The smell was unbearable creatures. The girl was very shocked moving without coordination. Then a great worm began to wrap it with a sort of fibrous slime after a few seconds left immobilized. A second child from the funds brandished his side a stinger the size of a sword and stabbed in the middle of the forehead lift then the dead girl from the same sting. She only managed to utter a muffled screams did not represent fully the horror of his eyes. A multitude of worms took made a cocoon, disappearing among the lettuces. Then two worms
approached me. I realized that it was subject of similar treatment and started to move with all my strength. For a moment I managed to wriggle out of the worm sucker holding me from behind, but was quickly reduced by the others sucked me hard and profusion of slime. They held among many, not few, the smell would not let me think. Then one of them turned and from a rear shutter began to envelop the fibrous slime. Nothing I did could get rid of their business bundles movements. Finally got caught and plunged into the deepest horror.
I put her back on a kind of table is interwoven with onion rings and dragged me like a trophy in front of other humans that stood still and terrified.
"Here you have a representative of their species," he said.
"It seems that the man found a worm in the salad-and flashed a smile kind of worm.
Other worms were arranged in two rows forming a corridor through which dragged my body wrapped in a cocoon of slime. I shouted to me pass phrases
infamous mocking laughs - What can a worm in the belly? Huh? Would not it have been better to eat it and shut up? "We also
soup flies eh, buddy? No, best soup "of" flies.
Teasing but I still do not hear well.
Finally I stopped. Two I joined worms and a third came with his big stinger up, ready to kill. I do not want to die, gentlemen. I did not want to die like, prey animals such rotten, worm digested by fermentation of lettuce. But nothing could do more than resist the look on a war footing.
The sting took me by the neck and quickly felt a cold numbness and stiffness, as if a chemical metamorphosis process the meat was in glass. The process I pressed the scalp and started down the spine invading my limbs.
Meanwhile, the kidnappers took me in front of a large worm. It was huge and smelly. More stinking horrendous and everyone else. He opened his mouth thick and fetid, with a grave voice said.
"This is your condemnation for refusing to eat our salad.
further opened its huge mouth and the two holding me threw me inside like a bag of chips.
landed in the soft throats of a large worm and from inside I could see the mouth was closed almost completely, leaving a thin slit by arriving voices talking worms. I heard them as if they were uttered on a background of absolute silence, as if sounded from inside a cave, far away but close. Calm and domestic voices.
- Again problems with the 16?
"Yes, beautiful. Raised a stir at lunch. One of the prisoners dragged the hairs around the room. And always at lunchtime. Look what time it is and I have not eaten
"You complain but I always lunch at this time. There is a nice place on the avenue, next to the gallery
"You must show me where it is. If you accept, I invite
"I accept. Give me five minutes to keep the swabs, under me a bit and under
the crack was completely closed and with the silence and darkness, cold glass came to the frontal lobes. I closed my eyes and I knew nothing more.