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" ...
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... 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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