The afternoon sun took on the rocky, faded behind the mist that was piled against the skyline. To the east, the ineffable red watercolor painting highlights and shadows of the Sierra slope. The cold wind of the steppe that rocked a shaggy grass grow persisted in spite of the moor. The pair of wrists moved slowly, tired of rubble and the blizzard. I led the charge from within the cart, wrapped to the neck, lulled by the rumble, mesmerized by the pounding of the plies and the ends of the BE COVERED, which shook with the fury of the gale.
Forward, left, vi advance the fireball flying low between the road and saw. Foreshadowed a plane quickly. Definitely foundering. Landfall later and continued taxiing to the falls on the stones to stop abruptly in the middle of the dust, two hundred yards from the wagon, between the road and saw, in a hollow behind a hill.
truck went down and walked against the wind slipping between rocks. And from the hill I could see the scene. I approached the device until the door began to open. I stopped then, just five meters. A woman inside the car evacuated with great difficulty. He shook his uniform, took off helmet and looked around the place until he ran into my figure silhouetted against the sun. To better observe crouched, opened his eyes spar gray-faced, extended an arm towards me with the palm forward and let out a terrifying scream. I went to try to calm her but only worsens the situation. Shouted again and again terrified. Stumbled dived into the cabin and closed the door. Ever since she was heard screaming inside.
realized that my presence disturbed her, turned around and returned to the road. Perhaps the woman had gone mad with the coup. Who knows?
The wrists were already seated and dozed with antlers intertwined. In the distance, on the road, a pair of windings above, I saw the dust of a fast car. Transport was a machine, with its characteristic roar and scroll steam. I waited and I beckoned.
"Morning friend" I said. A freak accident happened behind that hill. I see that you're traveling to Zibbar, and the fireball will come before me. Should report to someone else to see what happened.
I quickly narrated episode.
- A woman? "He said. A woman in the Region Confused? Do you expect me to go to town with that story?
"It's a story. The device is here, behind the hill.
I spied his face and looked back at the road with your forearms resting on the steering wheel, and looking for advice on the red gravel as she shook her head slightly.
-can see for yourself, if you do not believe me, I invited him.
-No. No need, I hurry. Stay assured that I will inform you when you get Zibbar.
pulled a leg out of the machine was clean and jerk a few yards and leaped towards recapturing the seat going full steam, slipping on the dry gravel, following the course of Zibbar road that twisted like a ribbon to sink into the landscape.
took the stop to check the cargo. Arrange insulation to prevent the clash leaves the pitchers. The MILF should be in Caband before spring, when pastures greening and Preserves Market outbreak of people at the beginning of the warm season.
took me fifteen minutes to wake up the wrists. Finally I climbed into the saddle and whip their haunches. The voluptuous muscles of his hind quarters began to move and I resumed the march to Zibbar. Marché
plunged into a reverie, remembering the stories my grandfather, I talked about men in the region Confused, wonderful cities and their artifacts stacked houses magical flying through the sky, ancient myths that told of the boom, the rise and the death of a splendid civilization. Even today, from time to time some lunatic said their machines have met with transport planes and planes, or even with men themselves. And now, as an irony of life, against my bitter skepticism, I myself had been the protagonist of a sighting.
Zibbar was a small town but with activity throughout the year. Was located at the foot of the Sierra steep banks of the River of Mosses, which almost completely bypassed. Zibbar was the last point before crossing the mountains, a mandatory stop for travelers and merchants carrying goods from the interior of the continent to the major ocean ports of the East.
Now with the sun in the west, crossed the bridge over the river almost dry and went to town with the slow stride of the wrists tired.
descended slowly down the main street on the sidewalks were very wide anchored different types of horses, dromerios and carp, the latter felled its freight cars, a sometimes calm, sometimes egged each other. From time to transport a machine interrupt the modern zoo with its brightness.
The Avenue of the charges was an endless stream of bars, inns and lodges and bustle of merchants of entertainment prohibited one invited him to his stronghold in his ear telling him the wonders they offer.
walked several blocks to find a place to park the cart. Before leaving the handle and make landfall, the wrists locked horns and well matched, head to head, front legs folded and then to be plunged back into a sleep instantly.
There were other times I had stayed at the Inn I Dolto, a simple, fun and very busy. Upon entering I noticed some disorder among customers. People left their tables and was round in the open spaces for lively conversation. I leaned slightly on one of the Sibret high at the bar.
-May says Don Dolto "I said.
"As goes the innkeeper friend corresponded remembering my face but not my name. Have you seen anything unusual on the road? Snapped.
comment surprised me.
- Why do you say? "Simulated ignorance.
-walked about two hours ago here by a rich man, made a pause, one of those that travel machine and told to shut up again. He told us that in the suburbs, by the way North, someone saw strange things you know? Region men Confused, running the steppe, or something. Look at the uproar that ensued in the room. Nobody talks about anything else in all the Avenue. Involuntarily
I corrected the inaccuracy
"A woman. She was a woman.
The landlord looked at me with renewed interest
- Have you heard the story?
"I do not listen. The starred in "I said. I sent the rich guy that reported it. But my intention was to report back to the Delegate Autoritante and not to disseminate it this way, shouting from the rooftops.
A shady character and smaller than my right was turned away from the bar and took the news quietly to one of the rounds of talk that filled the room.
Instantly several individuals came to hear the story.
Overcome by the circumstances, I began to describe the episode in great detail, noting again and again my great disappointment because it had always been skeptical of these stories.
talked a good time, before an expectant silence which was followed a few seconds after I had finished.
One of the men broke the silence.
"I already know why the woman screaming and looking at the other continued. Here, the friend carrier, using the solitude of the steppes ... have wanted to mate with her!
followed a burst of uproarious laughter and a barrage of vulgar jokes.
- Will there be found the "tool" that lady? Shouted one, and others laughing.
- carriers are going to have little children who will carry the load by the wrists air carts flying! Shouted another and laughed the other.
"But hoooorribles the little ones eh? ... "delineated a third party. Don
Dolto, who read the weather skirmish door, walked a few meters and whispered to an assistant, who then ran from the room to the street. Then he returned to the bar and stopped the revelry with cunning, wondering what was going to serve. I ordered a bowl of hot water páltano and a bowl of soup trégulas Rondy inflated.
"Take seat and handed it to the table.
Sibra I collapsed and waited in the food without looking at anyone, while the laughter and insults continued without me.
"I need a room for the night, I told the landlord when it served my table and a roof for the wagon and animals.
"No problem," he said .Tengo a room ready for you. And it will be better than the deal as soon as possible, "he added in a tone confident.
Then there was silence when the assistant returned to the classroom. Behind him Autoritante progressed Officer in person. Had a strong presence and a heavy gait. He went to the bar, exchanged a few words with the landlord spied my table and then went over to talk.
He sat opposite me. Behind them, three or four men fled in secret, like cockroaches.
"I have heard that has witnessed a rare sighting on the outskirts, near the northern route," he said, not even arise.
And I narrated the story again, this time with multiple interruptions Autoritante taking notes and asking details.
- How many miles from here, the incident occurred? Which direction was the fireball? What material was it? ...
absolute silence reigned around. The silence of ears ready to fish as could be the talk of others.
When the questioning ended, the Autoritante looked at me with laughing eyes.
- Vamos! "He said. Tell me now that the woman got into the plane and took a walk in the sky.
A chorus of giggles spread around and the atmosphere of fun and relaxation back to the tables.
"Look sir, I have no interest in this," she clarified, and with some annoyance. I describe what I saw and go my way. You do what you want.
"Of course, of course. Well, that's all. Thank you very much.
Delegate sat heavily, Don Dolto saluted and ran off the lounge.
trégulas I could not enjoy. I used up the last sips of the soup, I drank the bowl to the bottom and went for my room.
A young woman drove me to the place. It was small and gracefully walked with short steps and quick, wagging his tail in front of me. He came down the hall and opened a side door.
"Your room, sir.
gave him a tip septiles way, the subject without looking at them, he thanked me and left while wiggling.
I entered the room and threw the bag on a Sibra. Quarter was simple and clean. Dominated the scene a source bed old style tile, white and bright, with one foot only widened to form the source of approximately one meter by two. The concavity seemed appropriate and flange mat was rough enough to engage the threads.
drew back the curtains to see the street. Beyond the light of oil lamps, the moon silvered the calm of Zibbar, tinting all things with flashes of blue-violet light.
I took a shower with warm water rather caustic and prepared to sleep.
already lying on the bed-source, I found that the concavity was really comfortable. Then I began to weave a cocoon with the rapid movement of my abdomen, attaching the silk threads from one side to another source, while segregated sleeping my baba huge quantity, to fill half the container. When the bud was ready, rolled up the tail and abdomen to the chest with my subject after dorsal cilia. Immersed in the warm slime atrompetado end of my machine sucking, retracted antennas to sink my eyes in my parietal gelatin and slowly went numb.
The turbulent events of the day passed before me as a projection of the mind. I fell asleep with the image of those gray eyes of the woman in the plane, he looked at me and screamed at me and shouted, looking at me and shouted ...
