images courtesy of Aliona
Perhaps as a remnant from the days of hopscotch I always liked playing with the tiles as you go. The neophyte will be surprised at the huge number of recreational opportunities that exist in that line. You can walk stepping tile by tile; you can walk stepping on a every other, you can walk normally and try to estimate what fraction of tile measures a step, we can estimate the speed of other pedestrians in the same unit of measure, you can walk with the horse moved chess, you can walk stepping all lines or trying not to step on any. Each row of tiles is a pathway forward, flanked left and right by a multiplicity of parallel paths that start in the line of houses and end at the edge of the sidewalk.
paths must be known that there are very annoying to play. They measured each house has tile and you can not walk a reasonable distance while maintaining the same gear design. Worse sidewalks are cracked, holes, hillocks of sand, construction site enclosures, surrounded by fresh concrete tape and other obstacles. One must learn to avoid those paths.
Over time, the exponents of tile games we know the neighborhood and chose our routes through the best paths. Sometimes not even necessary to have a destination and a walk outside to play tiles.
When I discovered that tile path, my relationship with Florence had three months ago. It seems incredible how a relationship can deteriorate so quickly. The deeper issues, those that describe the characteristics of people and allow us to uncover and let us discover had already left the talks for some time, leaving behind a drab dialogue about the events of the day, news of the absurd daily planning routine.
- Tomorrow we go to dinner?
-Dale. Are we going to the bar that cute, I had the tablets of cold cuts?
-Ok.
would eat talking about the food, the waiter's delay, the originality of the tulips and we would go unnoticed.
The same was in the bedroom, the same sequence, the same positions, the same end, the same cigarette. A cult of "selfsame."
But not everything was routine. Two things were progressing day by day: jealousy and marriage plans.
And so it was that three months after Florence was a choke which escape from time to time to go after a breath of freedom.
As was common, we have discussed, this time was a thinly veiled look at the girl from the bakery.
"Well, bye. When you go, call me, "I said shear at the door of his house.
I left there and went for a walk. I walked a lot. It was a crisp, sunny afternoon. Slowly silenced thoughts and not realizing I started playing tiles.
Looking for the best boards I ventured on the path of a long street that I immediately liked the regularity of the size of the tiles. One could go everywhere with the same design steps without changing the cadence. Changed color and texture, but not in size, which is most important.
not delay in finding a particular path in the fifth, counting from the cord. Every time I walked by the fifth track, a fog blotted the landscape more than a hundred meters. When you ran the trail four or six, the fog slowly dissipated and returned normal visibility. My surprise was greater when I decided to go the entire block without straying of the fifth path. I could not meet the target because the fifth track, the block was endless. Simply repeated the sequence of houses and buildings over and over again without a stop walking forward. After the house with exposed brick, was a large villa with double garage, then the shade of a local, and so continued until the building of the planters, after which reassess the house with exposed brick and again entire sequence.
remember I felt an absolute thrill. I spent all afternoon playing with the particularities of the fifth path. Just leave him, the mist lifted and you could see the corner. But the house on the corner was not always the same and the change seemed to depend on the point that he abandoned the fifth path. The situation was the same regardless of the direction of travel. The same thing happened going, going on coming. All rows were normal except for the fifth counting from the cord.
The next day I did not think of anything but the path of the fifth path. Florence did not call and went to work. Pantaleon tied the leash and took a walk. I stopped to pee all the posts and I adapted without protest as it passes fast and zigzagging until we reach the mysterious block. They took control. I headed down the path from the fifth row of tiles and began to roam. Then came the fog. Firm grip on the belt and march together. While I was strictly the fifth row of tiles, Pantaleon was going to flip between the fourth and third. But when the sequence of houses began to repeat, something terrible happened. I felt the tug of the belt began to weaken. I looked and saw Pantaleone diluted in a blurry haze, disintegrating with variable intensity that seemed to depend on the breeze, as if it was slowly evaporating. Took a few seconds for Pantaleon disappeared completely. I was paralyzed, with a piece of belt hanging from his hand. I moved quickly to the fourth line, but did not appear Pantaleon. I called him in desperation:
- Pantaleon! Pantaleon! Pantapantapanta ... "I leaned over and kept calling. We Cachirulo Where are you?
gave up when the eyes of the people began to itch on my neck. A Pantaleon not see it anymore.
My stupidity had been capitalized. If my career did not end and the dog, however, was normal, it was clear that the difference in the topology of the two spaces are put in evidence in some way when he reached the corner and I did not, suddenly becoming unviable for us would keep side by side.
For a while I continued to frequent that path, experimenting with several shopping bags, changuitos, sports bags and other objects that could move on the line four or six as I walked by five. Invariably, all disappeared in a fog growing when people began to recur.
Meanwhile, the situation is becoming untenable Florence and difficult to resolve. She showed a cyclic behavior veered from anger to irrational jealousy of his most staunch declaration attachment to me.
"If you you die, I'll kill myself," he said.
I was sure would not share my life with her "till death do us part", but decided not to tell me for fear of the impact it may cause. "If you you die, I kill you", echoed in my head. That afternoon I took
a decision. He said he had found a spectacular library. She loved romance novels and was always reading some.
-not very far. "We invited her to walk. Gave
. He was in good humor. On the way I talked about the novel he was reading and others that could not get and they expect to find in my library.
I took her to the path of the fifth path. I took the road without end, and kept to my right, in the sixth row, holding the waist. After the first cycle tour of homes began to feel a softness in the union of my arm and waist. I stopped and watched with curiosity as it disintegrated with a horror in the look and endless desperate cries going away to be inaudible. It was evaporating in the breeze until they get nothing from it. Nothing.
Without knowing what he had done, I felt guilt, I took all the nails in his mouth and embarked on a rush up staring at the floor.
The next day I went up to the house. I answered the mother.
- Who is it?
's me, Paul.
- What Paul?
-Florence's boyfriend.
- What Florence?
- Your daughter!
- I have two sons, "said the mother and slammed the door. Then he opened the door and said - Y not have a boyfriend!
All my efforts to find traces of life in Florence were unsuccessful. The fifth track had me transported to a universe identical to the previous, but had never existed as Florence.
For a while I felt guilty and chose to adopt the theory that she would be in a symmetrical universe, equal in everything except the mere detail of my absolute absence.
The serial murderers confess that the first murder causes terror, the second indifference and everyone else, enjoy. A pleasure turns to murder in an uncontrollable habit. I do not know to what extent have I experienced those symptoms, but the fact is that over the next three years I used the fifth path to get rid of Mara, Gimenez, Maria de los Angeles, Carol and Patricia.
difficult it is to find a woman. Months, months less, all degenerate to the same thing: an entity that complains, complains, I do commissions, check faults and talks and talks and talks.
But everything comes to life. And Sofia came into my life on a sunny winter afternoon. I just bought a book by Roger Penrose which concerned a quantum theory of mind. It had taken me so. I found myself in a bookstore on Avenida Santa Fe I sat in a little bar on the avenue, one of the many tables that crowded the sidewalk. I ordered a coffee Double and I was flipping through the book. After each section of reading, looked up and watched the landscape of cars and people coming and going. Immediately called my attention to a girl who was passing across the street. His departure was familiar in some way. I watched a few seconds while going up to my desk until I realized the secret: I was playing tiles. I hesitated a moment and decided to run after her. I threw more money on the table and threw myself across the street in the middle of the block. I chased her to quietly reach a hundred meters. She wore a simple and elegant way: left-foot vertical line of the tile below, right foot on horizontal line the next, and varied from time to time and stepped on the vertical and horizontal right and left sides. Not looking at the floor or forced movements. He walked like a gazelle and even paid attention to the step. I followed her to three meters a long way just to admire it. Then I got in line and copied it over. She looked at her feet sideways and quickly realized. He formed a slight smile and it changed my left and rights. I adapted immediately and followed him over. Then he tried a forward two and one alternate. I adapted immediately and followed him over. Changed and stepped line crosses alternating every two tiles. I adapted immediately and followed him over. Her smile was already open. Continued to complicate designs without getting rid of my siege. When left to put changes, encouraging several me I walk with a changing saltiqueo Pink Panther. She followed me at once, and we were already close friends.
Sophia was a twentysomething girl with angel face, the jet-black hair, green eyes, eyes free, perpetual smile, the graceful walk, and a skin that invited touch. His speech never saved sympathy and always dazzled by the clarity of presentation. In passionate and intimate moments was changing so that it looked a different woman every time. Sofia was perfect, and also played tiles.
I liked it fiercely.
followed the happiest days of my life. I would pick as he left the dance class, we stopped for a drink in a little bar of Congress. She talked and I watched spellbound.
take her home, invited me in, interacting with the family: Mom, Dad and little brother. Playing with the dog. From time to time invited me to dinner. I was a good game, had a good job, financial independence and studied physics at the University of Buenos Aires. I knew this was the hidden thoughts of my parents and I liked it that way.
a few months of hanging out with Sophia, I knew I wanted to marry her.
"We have to remember to practice- I said. And we were together all alone to spend the summer in Villa Gesell.
play was wonderful marriage. Returning from the beach at noon, she was preparing lunch while I shook the sand from the beach gear. She washed the dishes and I dried. Take a nap. I got up first and prepare the water to mate. We went to the beach drinking mate. It was a life full of happiness. Only obscured by the furtive glances of wolves devoured on the beach. From time to time, when I departed lover appeared to initiate a chat. She never left her smile and I raged inside and outside while showing indifference
ask - What the gentleman needed?
"No Paul, just wanted to talk. "I had good back
right? La proved myself.
"Stay calm," he said. Sure you do not know how to play the tiles.
And we laughed she naturally, I simulated.
I realized my problem with jealousy on the second day of return. A few blocks away I saw in the newspapers and magazines as talking regularly with cushy positions boy, I guess, because I could not see my position. She bowed and greeted him with a kiss, probably in the cheek, and left with a smile and a bright magazine covers in her hand. The intercepted once.
- Hello! "He greeted me surprised.
- I caught you red-handed, "he said, pretending to joke as he removed the magazine from the hand.
-on is a English weekly dances. Germain gets me, the boy's cushy positions. It is very gentle, "she added with some nervousness.
"Look right, I said that while the" gentle "mingled with the" seed "and together my guts churn.
When I got rid of it spent to spy for the cushy positions at such Germain. He was short, bald half of the head, had a round face, eyes and black together, highly arched eyebrows, a short straight nose ending on a downward trend, a small italic chin, turned up and just party and was decidedly obese.
I was a fool. How could celarla with such a creature? Then I knew I had a problem.
I thought a lot about my box of jealousy. I remembered my time in Florence, where I was the victim of irrational jealousy and decided that Sophie would not subject to the same poverty. Try to overcome the weight of my default without notice.
really I did my best effort, but I think she felt well.
Everything was light, everything was imperceptible, but I felt more distant, colder. And little by little he was losing the trail. I invaded suspect that so often left without saying when or where. How can it be? If we get married we should tell all. There could be no secrets or hidden. But what actually existed or were the work of my crazy imagination? Meanwhile
were still planning a life together. We bought pots and sets of sheets for our future home and we spent the afternoon inventing the details. I imagined a scene with a very young child, sitting three on the floor, hugging and smiling, playing with a giant stuffed million from a window while we lit the wonderful sun of a golden morning.
She smiled when I told these scenes, but the smile was no longer free but a different, more subdued, with a touch of melancholy, as if thinking of something else.
One evening we went to do dishes. Walk facing windows and comparing prices and qualities. She was really absent. I looked over and something else and did not leave a "yes, this can be"
"There is another house a few blocks away," he said. And I followed.
We go for a dark street blocks wide and long. She walked in silence. A bit of walking I realized I was following a step, but I could not understand the design. Nothing seemed to be repeated and yet it was clear that stepped lines, a full and cross it deliberately. Unsuccessfully I tried to read the design over and over again, but I was unable to find out. It was something new, large, different, as if his place to speak in another language.
walked in silence for a while until Sophie stopped ten meters from a corner. He stood in front of me, shot me a look full of incomprehensible messages, dense, heavy, as if to tell me with eyes full of world history. I stroked her cheek with a indescribable sadness. Behind her, around the corner came a familiar figure. It was the rough body of Herman, he stopped and waited staring at the floor. Sofia gave three short hops back and the side and a series of short little steps I could not follow. In the corner, Germain described a similar tumble. Immediately I was overcome with horror, despair and helplessness when both began to fade. In a haze, I smiled as if to say "sorry" or worse, "the way things are." I waved her little hand up and down the fingers, turned and ran toward the jackpot. Already made a mist hugged and kissed.
strides away I saw a design indecipherable saltiqueando lovebirds to dissipate in the breeze.
paths must be known that there are very annoying to play. They measured each house has tile and you can not walk a reasonable distance while maintaining the same gear design. Worse sidewalks are cracked, holes, hillocks of sand, construction site enclosures, surrounded by fresh concrete tape and other obstacles. One must learn to avoid those paths.
Over time, the exponents of tile games we know the neighborhood and chose our routes through the best paths. Sometimes not even necessary to have a destination and a walk outside to play tiles.
When I discovered that tile path, my relationship with Florence had three months ago. It seems incredible how a relationship can deteriorate so quickly. The deeper issues, those that describe the characteristics of people and allow us to uncover and let us discover had already left the talks for some time, leaving behind a drab dialogue about the events of the day, news of the absurd daily planning routine.
- Tomorrow we go to dinner?
-Dale. Are we going to the bar that cute, I had the tablets of cold cuts?
-Ok.
would eat talking about the food, the waiter's delay, the originality of the tulips and we would go unnoticed.
The same was in the bedroom, the same sequence, the same positions, the same end, the same cigarette. A cult of "selfsame."
But not everything was routine. Two things were progressing day by day: jealousy and marriage plans.
And so it was that three months after Florence was a choke which escape from time to time to go after a breath of freedom.
As was common, we have discussed, this time was a thinly veiled look at the girl from the bakery.
"Well, bye. When you go, call me, "I said shear at the door of his house.
I left there and went for a walk. I walked a lot. It was a crisp, sunny afternoon. Slowly silenced thoughts and not realizing I started playing tiles.
Looking for the best boards I ventured on the path of a long street that I immediately liked the regularity of the size of the tiles. One could go everywhere with the same design steps without changing the cadence. Changed color and texture, but not in size, which is most important.
not delay in finding a particular path in the fifth, counting from the cord. Every time I walked by the fifth track, a fog blotted the landscape more than a hundred meters. When you ran the trail four or six, the fog slowly dissipated and returned normal visibility. My surprise was greater when I decided to go the entire block without straying of the fifth path. I could not meet the target because the fifth track, the block was endless. Simply repeated the sequence of houses and buildings over and over again without a stop walking forward. After the house with exposed brick, was a large villa with double garage, then the shade of a local, and so continued until the building of the planters, after which reassess the house with exposed brick and again entire sequence.
remember I felt an absolute thrill. I spent all afternoon playing with the particularities of the fifth path. Just leave him, the mist lifted and you could see the corner. But the house on the corner was not always the same and the change seemed to depend on the point that he abandoned the fifth path. The situation was the same regardless of the direction of travel. The same thing happened going, going on coming. All rows were normal except for the fifth counting from the cord.
The next day I did not think of anything but the path of the fifth path. Florence did not call and went to work. Pantaleon tied the leash and took a walk. I stopped to pee all the posts and I adapted without protest as it passes fast and zigzagging until we reach the mysterious block. They took control. I headed down the path from the fifth row of tiles and began to roam. Then came the fog. Firm grip on the belt and march together. While I was strictly the fifth row of tiles, Pantaleon was going to flip between the fourth and third. But when the sequence of houses began to repeat, something terrible happened. I felt the tug of the belt began to weaken. I looked and saw Pantaleone diluted in a blurry haze, disintegrating with variable intensity that seemed to depend on the breeze, as if it was slowly evaporating. Took a few seconds for Pantaleon disappeared completely. I was paralyzed, with a piece of belt hanging from his hand. I moved quickly to the fourth line, but did not appear Pantaleon. I called him in desperation:
- Pantaleon! Pantaleon! Pantapantapanta ... "I leaned over and kept calling. We Cachirulo Where are you?
gave up when the eyes of the people began to itch on my neck. A Pantaleon not see it anymore.
My stupidity had been capitalized. If my career did not end and the dog, however, was normal, it was clear that the difference in the topology of the two spaces are put in evidence in some way when he reached the corner and I did not, suddenly becoming unviable for us would keep side by side.
For a while I continued to frequent that path, experimenting with several shopping bags, changuitos, sports bags and other objects that could move on the line four or six as I walked by five. Invariably, all disappeared in a fog growing when people began to recur.
Meanwhile, the situation is becoming untenable Florence and difficult to resolve. She showed a cyclic behavior veered from anger to irrational jealousy of his most staunch declaration attachment to me.
"If you you die, I'll kill myself," he said.
I was sure would not share my life with her "till death do us part", but decided not to tell me for fear of the impact it may cause. "If you you die, I kill you", echoed in my head. That afternoon I took
a decision. He said he had found a spectacular library. She loved romance novels and was always reading some.
-not very far. "We invited her to walk. Gave
. He was in good humor. On the way I talked about the novel he was reading and others that could not get and they expect to find in my library.
I took her to the path of the fifth path. I took the road without end, and kept to my right, in the sixth row, holding the waist. After the first cycle tour of homes began to feel a softness in the union of my arm and waist. I stopped and watched with curiosity as it disintegrated with a horror in the look and endless desperate cries going away to be inaudible. It was evaporating in the breeze until they get nothing from it. Nothing.
Without knowing what he had done, I felt guilt, I took all the nails in his mouth and embarked on a rush up staring at the floor.
The next day I went up to the house. I answered the mother.
- Who is it?
's me, Paul.
- What Paul?
-Florence's boyfriend.
- What Florence?
- Your daughter!
- I have two sons, "said the mother and slammed the door. Then he opened the door and said - Y not have a boyfriend!
All my efforts to find traces of life in Florence were unsuccessful. The fifth track had me transported to a universe identical to the previous, but had never existed as Florence.
For a while I felt guilty and chose to adopt the theory that she would be in a symmetrical universe, equal in everything except the mere detail of my absolute absence.
The serial murderers confess that the first murder causes terror, the second indifference and everyone else, enjoy. A pleasure turns to murder in an uncontrollable habit. I do not know to what extent have I experienced those symptoms, but the fact is that over the next three years I used the fifth path to get rid of Mara, Gimenez, Maria de los Angeles, Carol and Patricia.
difficult it is to find a woman. Months, months less, all degenerate to the same thing: an entity that complains, complains, I do commissions, check faults and talks and talks and talks.
But everything comes to life. And Sofia came into my life on a sunny winter afternoon. I just bought a book by Roger Penrose which concerned a quantum theory of mind. It had taken me so. I found myself in a bookstore on Avenida Santa Fe I sat in a little bar on the avenue, one of the many tables that crowded the sidewalk. I ordered a coffee Double and I was flipping through the book. After each section of reading, looked up and watched the landscape of cars and people coming and going. Immediately called my attention to a girl who was passing across the street. His departure was familiar in some way. I watched a few seconds while going up to my desk until I realized the secret: I was playing tiles. I hesitated a moment and decided to run after her. I threw more money on the table and threw myself across the street in the middle of the block. I chased her to quietly reach a hundred meters. She wore a simple and elegant way: left-foot vertical line of the tile below, right foot on horizontal line the next, and varied from time to time and stepped on the vertical and horizontal right and left sides. Not looking at the floor or forced movements. He walked like a gazelle and even paid attention to the step. I followed her to three meters a long way just to admire it. Then I got in line and copied it over. She looked at her feet sideways and quickly realized. He formed a slight smile and it changed my left and rights. I adapted immediately and followed him over. Then he tried a forward two and one alternate. I adapted immediately and followed him over. Changed and stepped line crosses alternating every two tiles. I adapted immediately and followed him over. Her smile was already open. Continued to complicate designs without getting rid of my siege. When left to put changes, encouraging several me I walk with a changing saltiqueo Pink Panther. She followed me at once, and we were already close friends.
Sophia was a twentysomething girl with angel face, the jet-black hair, green eyes, eyes free, perpetual smile, the graceful walk, and a skin that invited touch. His speech never saved sympathy and always dazzled by the clarity of presentation. In passionate and intimate moments was changing so that it looked a different woman every time. Sofia was perfect, and also played tiles.
I liked it fiercely.
followed the happiest days of my life. I would pick as he left the dance class, we stopped for a drink in a little bar of Congress. She talked and I watched spellbound.
take her home, invited me in, interacting with the family: Mom, Dad and little brother. Playing with the dog. From time to time invited me to dinner. I was a good game, had a good job, financial independence and studied physics at the University of Buenos Aires. I knew this was the hidden thoughts of my parents and I liked it that way.
a few months of hanging out with Sophia, I knew I wanted to marry her.
"We have to remember to practice- I said. And we were together all alone to spend the summer in Villa Gesell.
play was wonderful marriage. Returning from the beach at noon, she was preparing lunch while I shook the sand from the beach gear. She washed the dishes and I dried. Take a nap. I got up first and prepare the water to mate. We went to the beach drinking mate. It was a life full of happiness. Only obscured by the furtive glances of wolves devoured on the beach. From time to time, when I departed lover appeared to initiate a chat. She never left her smile and I raged inside and outside while showing indifference
ask - What the gentleman needed?
"No Paul, just wanted to talk. "I had good back
right? La proved myself.
"Stay calm," he said. Sure you do not know how to play the tiles.
And we laughed she naturally, I simulated.
I realized my problem with jealousy on the second day of return. A few blocks away I saw in the newspapers and magazines as talking regularly with cushy positions boy, I guess, because I could not see my position. She bowed and greeted him with a kiss, probably in the cheek, and left with a smile and a bright magazine covers in her hand. The intercepted once.
- Hello! "He greeted me surprised.
- I caught you red-handed, "he said, pretending to joke as he removed the magazine from the hand.
-on is a English weekly dances. Germain gets me, the boy's cushy positions. It is very gentle, "she added with some nervousness.
"Look right, I said that while the" gentle "mingled with the" seed "and together my guts churn.
When I got rid of it spent to spy for the cushy positions at such Germain. He was short, bald half of the head, had a round face, eyes and black together, highly arched eyebrows, a short straight nose ending on a downward trend, a small italic chin, turned up and just party and was decidedly obese.
I was a fool. How could celarla with such a creature? Then I knew I had a problem.
I thought a lot about my box of jealousy. I remembered my time in Florence, where I was the victim of irrational jealousy and decided that Sophie would not subject to the same poverty. Try to overcome the weight of my default without notice.
really I did my best effort, but I think she felt well.
Everything was light, everything was imperceptible, but I felt more distant, colder. And little by little he was losing the trail. I invaded suspect that so often left without saying when or where. How can it be? If we get married we should tell all. There could be no secrets or hidden. But what actually existed or were the work of my crazy imagination? Meanwhile
were still planning a life together. We bought pots and sets of sheets for our future home and we spent the afternoon inventing the details. I imagined a scene with a very young child, sitting three on the floor, hugging and smiling, playing with a giant stuffed million from a window while we lit the wonderful sun of a golden morning.
She smiled when I told these scenes, but the smile was no longer free but a different, more subdued, with a touch of melancholy, as if thinking of something else.
One evening we went to do dishes. Walk facing windows and comparing prices and qualities. She was really absent. I looked over and something else and did not leave a "yes, this can be"
"There is another house a few blocks away," he said. And I followed.
We go for a dark street blocks wide and long. She walked in silence. A bit of walking I realized I was following a step, but I could not understand the design. Nothing seemed to be repeated and yet it was clear that stepped lines, a full and cross it deliberately. Unsuccessfully I tried to read the design over and over again, but I was unable to find out. It was something new, large, different, as if his place to speak in another language.
walked in silence for a while until Sophie stopped ten meters from a corner. He stood in front of me, shot me a look full of incomprehensible messages, dense, heavy, as if to tell me with eyes full of world history. I stroked her cheek with a indescribable sadness. Behind her, around the corner came a familiar figure. It was the rough body of Herman, he stopped and waited staring at the floor. Sofia gave three short hops back and the side and a series of short little steps I could not follow. In the corner, Germain described a similar tumble. Immediately I was overcome with horror, despair and helplessness when both began to fade. In a haze, I smiled as if to say "sorry" or worse, "the way things are." I waved her little hand up and down the fingers, turned and ran toward the jackpot. Already made a mist hugged and kissed.
strides away I saw a design indecipherable saltiqueando lovebirds to dissipate in the breeze.
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