One day Daniel came home from school and threw me a glance. It was 11 and 56. Without changing the uniform was thrown face down on the tiles of the room to read his cartoons of "Black Hawk" as the old woman was preparing lunch. Had not yet finished reading the first when the glow coming through the door of the room dimmed, signaling that someone was coming. Dani
eyes did not open the boxes, figures and letters on the balloons until Manolo "El Macano" stood at the door and greeted ceremoniously by dragging the Zetas as ever.
"Hello Mrs. Zelia. Very good-natured Tardez todoz have here!
"Hi Manolo. Did you bring me the mon? - Asked Dani and immediately straightened up at me. Eleven fifty-eight I said. In reply
Galician threw a pack of dolls and winked knowingly.
gritico The child gave a joy and began to disassemble the package. Manolo
went straight to the kitchen and said softly:
- Old, I'm leaving on Sunday. I came to bring loz Muñez the waiter.
- Avemariapurisima, Manolo! - Said the old crossing. - But it is now safe?
- zi Dona Zelia course. Now I have the viza, the moniorde and the ticket.
- But what about your sister, Manolo? Are you going to leave her alone?
- Puez much as Zola, Mrs. Zelia. The Margo ze left with his Maria Juanillo. Dezpué go and when I open road ...
- And pa 'where you gonna go, Manolo?
-Poz pa 'Neuyerzey. I have a amigoz there that helps me ofrezido pa 'track.
The old woman tried in vain to hide a sob. He spent some time without knowing what to say. It was finally decided:
- and good luck, kid. And hopefully you know what you do.
- Puez Graziaz, Mrs. Zelia. That I did not fuck me doz vezes! Franco already had baztante. The Comunizmo I leave ...
When Dani heard they were going to leave something else came running and asked his mother what was communism, while Galicia was going Zanchetta.
At that time, it was current. I only had time to push the timer at midnight where she finally found the time, while in the neighborhood a loud snort Ahhh
El Macano responded with a scream from the hallway.
- Veiz already: the Comunizmo ez shit! Damn! (...)
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