Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Friday, May 20, 2016
Thursday, May 19, 2016
Dinner with ARCO ORLO------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Urologists-------------------_ I have
cut many dicks -pingas-with cancer, even of young men and were saved and live
masculinity of memories._And they
do with the organ?_We're sent
to the clinic to save in chloroform, labeling and archiving, as well as the
foreskins of circumcision or strangling penises by skin._For what?_In case
any malpractice lawsuit makes ... A father once came, those who were never
interested in his children and gave her a shot a nurse because he said he did
not need take no guts or eggs ...A young man
resists the operation and crack the cancer as a cauliflower, it is impregnated
with fetid odor before dying.'_I told
him, sometimes, it is better without a penis, but alive ...
A unfaithful. Anywhere there is always a (million) informer (snitch) next
"seguroso". They are more realistic that the king because they are
vocational. Invent regulations or give retroactive decrees mentioned that
nobody finds and leave no written or signed record. Officials are afraid of the
naked king. They are the pages of the ghetto closed and paranoid society.
Always on the lookout for any dangerous thought. They are greenish drool
inside, suffering from internal hydrocephalus and diarrhea, although they live
in good houses. As Montevideo is a tiny city sneaks one finds and knows by the
smell of putrefaction that exceeds the Kenso. I went up to a group (say guaga,
bus, hare) and a fashion mad attempt to seduce me with its Lorquian big eyes
and when I knew he was the secretary of the secretary and lover of lover
attorney-type, sneak, that I was applied the stranger and retroactive decree
and I said: 'Even the salamander is in the fireplace? He, I said without
emphasis, inglorious. The little seducer flew out the window like a ghost by
neon tubes scaped ....................
-Garrapata Prefer to Bucowsky (write well?) Or Reinaldo Arenas, Lezama Lima,
Paradiso fascinates me I though, that baroque is a catchy amoeba intercourse
that never ends, so tick as great constructivism Torres Garcia
imagined at dawn, I do not let me sleep, are at 7 a.m, I'll write it and I do
not remember, I will return to torture me some night Whither, s ... it went?.............................................------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
THE UPSIDEWhen Orlo
was 9, her friend Melania was 11, back in the beautiful Guantanamo, and as she
said to me, had a pharmacist squeaky voice in the people-want to clarify before
I come up, that not all who have squeaky voice they are how are you ... because
in the church is a litttle married man,
who likes to gossip and have squeaky voice and not ... Gossip not considered,
of course, ... excuse me I said.People
called him very badly and rudely, invested.-Melania-Asked
Orlo.-what is an inverted?_It A man
with tits _everything she had to know she said.For a few
years Orlo. wondered where that hid tits, tits if he had or not and what kind
of serious tits.At that
time they were not round and hard as it used today, but conical, soft teats and
something falls, they were naturals.He was
looking for: women doctors, writers and solo pianists ... that if, skinny, with
respect and without much homophobia and fear of sacred wrath of advocates
tolerance.When I was
in seventh grade and rural used a very heavy machete to my skinny and cutting
sugar cane with goals a body appeared a big man like a bear with breasts.That's not
an inverted, Melania, these vacillating me, fucking.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
THE PIANISTThe old
pianist, at home fears, comes with a bouquet of flowers at the bottom and
knocks on your front door and delivers it to the pianist ... I mean, the
worthy of Ricardo Arenas, I thought, when he spoke of the old and great Lezama
Lima and his chorus of poets and poetasters.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Wolf lives and directs theater in Berlin East and inherited the great tradition
of BrechtIt has
projects in action in Chiapas, in Santiago de Cuba and now a university in
South Africa, although he lives with his new wife in Stockholm a little and a
little in the city of Wenders and his skies with angels.We met in
Montevideo, when he traveled with sweet and barefoot Maya, resident in Geneva.
The amount here: "Where is the exit interview the Cuban Hector
Quintero?" Values for Cultural Exchange and I made one of the ages of
Hector and he acted as the reporter traveller.The Cuban-Uruguayan writer
Orlando Vicente Alvarez as actor.He read my
text "Basta" translated by Canstet Heinz, asked me another work, He
fotorgrafied 72 images of my house and traveled to Tacuarembo to see if the
energy was individual or collective. Said, it is collective.With Urich
Schraeder, Uli, discard "Sperm sauce" and "Losers always"
and translated "Gods of clay"A Bernhart
and Mara did not like it.It's
depressing, draculiana, and touches on themes of introspection and silence and
paralyzed the German theater. Also it is not interactive. Lacks dialogue and
growth.And it was
true, he preferred the hope and I started to write Resurrection of Che and his
visit to Congress.So I
produced "Never say never" translated by B. himself.I
investigate thoroughly, because it is a great researcher.I remember
for example that Hobbes interested in the word until he found the owner of the
with words but also with actions.I hand him
over to Simone because the choreography is too dignified (cost over 50,000
dollars) from a large theater, he said, and not an underground theater or a
university theater in Cape Town or popular in Chiapas or Cuba ...So fatigue
and silence of Europe, reflected in his theater, and added, in all art,
including visual neobarroco film and videos, not what I say, but one (and many
more) EuropeanOr at least
a brilliant European and Bernhart, who seduced by Moliere, runs Latin America
As always in life ...
Aniceto had a prophetic crisis, but without charisma.
A verbal incontinence that constantly threatened with punishment of plagues and catastrophes, inside the old hospital Chinandenga and great erudition and coherence.
Injected with anti-inflammatory and snores placidly neuroleptics.
So, every week, the family bring him to emergency in order the threats become a peaceful tropical nap
It's a very male guajiro but was an amateur to the prostate massage and every week at firm waits his turn.
The proctologo shouts
That comes a nurse. This sick man got me rotten. Or he goes to Japan.
IMMIGRANT NEW YEAR
Says the Caribbean:
_Look at this sky, no stars have and this water is not like my water sea. In my country the sky and water are so beautiful that you never forget.
_As my little country there is none.
And Peru, invited by the ambassador to dine with the President;
_This ceviche is very wrong. Not as in my country ....
Amilcar Legazcue ORLO TALKING WITH ARCO 2000 -Montevideo. Uruguay.
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
Fragment of the novel Cuban Doctor in Nicaragua: Chinandega
When they were happier for beer and hors
d'oeuvres, they went to dance to Ranchón where there was a dance floor. They
danced with enforce and joy. They could not ask for more to life. It had
already fallen the night and beyond the farm Mangales surrounding darkness of
dense forest and the new moon cast its light on the edge of the forest loomed.
Suddenly a helicopter with a deafening noise thundered through the sky. Several
military jeeps occupied the area. One of them came forth Commander Fidel Castro
and all youth ran to the vehicle to applaud and honor him. Fidel dressed as usual olive green
uniform. It was placed next to the door of the jeep and spoke to those present: __ I see that they are all very young. It
is the first mission to send to Nicaragua to make the internship in hospitals
of different departments. With you are the teachers of the important subjects __
was a long pause and then look at the charge of the support group commander who
is especially recommended organizing this mission. __ Angela you tell me if
everything is ready, they go after tomorrow. Angela, a girl in her thirties with hair
dyed blond, slender and pretty, replied: __ Yes, Commander, everything is ready to
detail. The guys will be well placed. __ Why do not we go to Ranchón to have
closer exchanges with young people? __ Fidel inquired. All the boys ran to Ranchón where they sat
on chairs and made a semicircle around where CommEXCERPT FROM THE NOVEL "CHINANDEGA: CUBAN DOCTORS IN NICARAGUA"
ander sits . Daniel stayed on the
outside of the shack and climbed on a chair to see the president from above.
Bodyguards intimidated him with his walky-talky surrounded the shack. At the
moment he had the feeling of being
excluded from a pack of dogs. If boldest would have sat by the alpha male and
would speak directly to their concerns. But that was no longer possible. Fidel
spoke: __ I have recently stopped smoking cigars.
It has not been easy. What I miss most is the absence of the lighter in my
pocket than cigars. Whenever I went patted his pocket in search and still not
lose the habit. Everyone laughed at the story. Fidel
already relaxed the atmosphere. It was the main theme: the mission. __ I know you are going to take up the
spirit of our brave youth to know Nicaragua and show how a revolutionary Cuban
doctor. Always give the example. Sacrifice is all we asked. The Revolution will
know compensate later. __ He paused and then added, changing his tone and
turning to his side __ Angela. Is there anything that young people need and you
have not asked? Angela had been working with the group to
support the Commander two years. She knew him well to anticipate their desires.
While other heads rolled at the slightest mistake, she had been able to stand,
fighting tooth and nail against an egomaniac that brooked the slightest fault.
It had almost canceled his personality. Just becoming a machine efficiency and speed
to please the smallest wishes of the boss. He had kept a submissive spirit but
firm in making decisions, anticipating the whims of the President. It had
survived and planned to stay in the ring for a few years. Do not be deceived.
He knew that subordinates the commander did not last long. Therefore had a
saved letter in: __ First thing tomorrow they receive at the
Faculty of Giron new books of Surgery and Internal Medicine . Also white robes
of his stature to make them presentable at work. We know that Nicaraguan
doctors do not wear gowns. So we give the example. Further. __ He paused for
breath and addressed the students in general__ We will give a stethoscope and
sphygmomanometer last generation with a medical bag which can carry things. Angela did not smile triumphantly. He then
held his head bowed modestly exhibiting the best he could. Commander smirked. __ Good. It seems that everything is
ready, as Angela said, to the last detail. __ Change his voise__ And now I
would hear an opinion of you. Group of students surrounded the Commander
in Chief a girl of short stature, pretty face, thick hair dyed mahogany and a
rounded figurine rose succulent meats. He went to the Chief: __ I'm Carmen de Santiago de Cuba but
everyone calls me Crucita. Let me tell you, Commander, that this generation of
young people trained by the Revolution will not fail you. We will fight hard to
fulfill our duty as the historic generation fought for us. Come up with all the
strength you've instilled in us and the spirit of our heroic guerrilla,
Commander Che Guevara. It why ask that our brigade so called "Comandante
Guevara" and we thus identified. There were murmurs of approval from the
group and some cheers and applause were heard widespread. Fidel carefully
observe the student. She looked like a strawberry ice cream cone with her beige
skirt and pink blouse. Le sexually taste. It was a select group of graceful
with whom he had hidden love affairs. Girlish but with strong character, not
easy to break. For him it was like a challenge to his manhood and his status as
an almost teenage girl face him in private. And this girl, as it was called ...
Crucita, met the requirements. Too bad the'd discovered so late a few days to
go abroad, but I could contact her later. He was already bored with his current
woman who had filled sons and he had to keep hidden because it went against
their image to the people. It was assumed that he was married to the
revolution, that this was his real wife and that there was no bigger than love
of country. That image had been inculcated to the people since the early years
and would not change. Since then, he had to look small Crucitas in the shadows
that his security team made him reach the discretion of state secret and deal with
the skinny, tall and feisty his official wife that few knew and had watered
down her character live almost in hiding. That was too much for a woman of the
Supreme Commander of the Revolution. Crucita ended his speech or speech as
Daniel copied sellout high chair in the situation. "But that big earl girl
came to me," he said to himself. He knew from his studies at the Faculty
of Santiago de Cuba. She was a born leader. A vibrant picture of the UJC and
she knew it. With its strident and defiant voice could inflame the coldest
public. Everything in contrast to her small figure that seemed to be nothing.
Daniel knew her well. She had a boyfriend of her own age of weak character
compared to her but idolized. He was a student of the Faculty of Engineering opposite
the medical and looked every day, even studied together. But Crucita began his
visits he demanded its lead over the UJC and fell in love with the bus driver
was a young athletic but uneducated. It was fiery in bed in the cities where
they had to go on their numerous tours of accountability. So she broke up with
her official boyfriend. He was complaining to her house. The parents of the
girl threw him saying "fagot" And that ended the adventure and good
reputation of Crucita. She was considered a good leader feared for her power
but to vulgar pulled his driver to view. Among her closest friends they began
to despise for his gaffe. Were girls from good families, proud and conceited.
Crucita ignored them and continued sleeping with the driver who treated her
more and more. The commander said a few more sentences
farewell and left like the place as he came, hidden. State secrets were his movements
although they were recreational, were made in absolute mystery. So the people saw in the most official events: celebrations
of national holidays, factory openings, opening of monuments. Activities like
this, and more individuals were secret. All to guard against any enemy north attack
but the main reason was to maintain the cult of personality: strong, elusive
like a tiger, mysterious. It had been his life in the last 30 years, it had
chosen well, knew the fascination for the people and it motivated them more. When the procession olive green jeeps and
all the bodyguards and support group had disappeared in the dark, the party
declined. Nobody wanted to dance and was drunk. Just excited. Daniel joined the
group of his area and walked to the buses waiting at the edge of the forest of
mango trees. Next to him was Elio who shocked by recent events with Commander
commented euphoric: __ Did you see that gave me a little
squeeze on the shoulder when he left? Did you saw? __ Yes, I saw it. I was impressed by your
outstanding figure. __ Daniel commented sarcastically. __ And tomorrow we will give the books we
need ... And the esfigmo, esteto and coveralls we need. __ That's the power of the Commander. His
only word that everything comes out. King Midas seems ... Elio looked at him strangely not seeming
to understand anything. Daniel saw his the situation and added: __ I mean the Commander really cares
about us. Sure I do not ignore your presence in the act__ He paused and
softened his words. __ If you have a problem when we are in Nicaragua you write
a letter to the Council of State and resolved immediately. __ Do you believe? __I assure. They took the bus. Night had fallen
squarely on the forest, only the glare of the headlights of the bus back to the
Faculty of Giron was visible. Daniel rested his head on the window and meditate
on his life. He had one girlfriend in his life and had not even made love. And
this engagement had ended so abruptly and painfully with the betrayal that had
left him as an empty vessel that the Mission was now trying to fill, not
substitute for him away from his nefarious thoughts and gave a new hope and not
let his autoestim dragged along the ground completely. He was not the center of
the world. God knows as would the hearts of other group members, except
marriage, at this stage of things, also broken as his, although they had a
stronger self-defense mechanism and were optimistic by nature, but Daniel's
pessimism attacked him in spurts. He wondered if she had a sort of bipolar
personality although this had begun to suffer with adolescence. His periods of
depression although he would call "melancholy" gave by himself in his
room with his beloved books and write long pages in his notebook and in her
diary. Something had inherited from the father with his chronic sadness after
the Revolution intervened business of
his love and had plunged into a quiet bitterness and indifference to the
education of the 5 men without giving even a touch or a kind word as they do
true parents. Daniel never forgive such behavior, lack of parental affection,
only her mother was not enough to fill the void. Years later, when he turned
thirty forgives papa and justify the cold behavior of his brothers. But now he
was very young and still new things surprised him and nothing like a long
journey for long years away from home to prove himself as a man. Perhaps he
loves again touched on her door.
The next day the speaker of the faculty
were awakened and fell to the offices of building where, after a makeshift
desk, Miss Angela was handing them out
one by one bulky packages: medical gowns, promised books, esphingo and
professional life I have attended Urologist several cases of involuntary
erection penis__ Priapism__ but the highlight occurred in the maritime city of
Baracoa in the northern province of Guantanamo, Cuba. It was a
January morning and I was called from the hospital because there was a case for
the urologist. Took my car and went quickly because it was like a circus not
only by the concurrence of voyeurs but the tent into the savannah over the
erect member. It was a
mulatto youn man who two days earlier had returned from the war in Angola and
giving free rein to his repressed sexuality for two years. The penis had been
pointing to the sky and swelled increasingly by the influx of blood flowing
into the the member and not leave so the phallus was huge.Take him to
the operating room and drain by puncturing the glans stagnant blood, I emptied
the contents penis and wash with heparin and send to the room.A few hours
after the member was erect again. Nurses and hospital techniques congregated in
the door to see the phenomenon. I had to get him back into the operating room
and make a large incision in the glans and stop the blood accumulated muddy and
wash with heparin. Suture the wound quickly and sent it to the room with his
band member involved in a sphygmomanometerthe nurse
should fill every fifteen minutes to empty. The young man was quiet, did not
obfuscated the striking of the case and felt ashamed.The next
morning the penis was the same but less swollen. Then began arriving relatives.
Without shame or embarrassment they lifted the savannah and watched the erect
phallus. With the greatest nonchalance world touched him and encouraged him
saying:__ But this
less m'ijo stopped yesterday. You're improving.And so they
parading all, sisters, mother, cousins and friends. That visit became a show.
Everyone wanted to see and praised him as naturally as the great phallus.I knew that
these cases are powerless if they are long erection. Most occur in individuals
who have sicklemics traits from birth.A few days
gave high youth with priapism, and his member at rest. He was cited for consultation in 21 days.When I saw
him in consultation the bride came with him.__ And how
is your sexual potency? __ I asked awaiting the complaint.__ Doctor
it Will no problem. Fully recovered.__ So he
said the bride__ No problems.I satisfied
with the course of evolution, rare in these cases.__Here I
bring a bottle of rum to you
which take it as a souvenir.__ No. You better drink it because you are the exception to the rules__ I said
smiling.He took the
rum bottle, he opened it and gave sip brandy.__ This is
my reborn to my pinga.
And he came
out of consultation happy as a child
A URUGUAYAN PROSTITUTE
when I got off the car after a tiring day at the clinic I saw a girl of about
fifteen reading a book on the website of the pension front. She looked with her
beautiful brown eyes as I approached the front door. Curious one day I asked if
she liked to read.__ Are you
doctor? I say 'cause the white robe you’re wearing.__ Yes. But
tell me. What do you study?__ I'm in
high school. I want to be a nurse when I finish.__ Do you
find it easier to study in the portal?
I say this from
the noise of passing trucks and buses.__ I need
quiet to read.__I said.__ That
would be ideal. But when my mother has customers in the room I go out and I
take the time to study.__Your
mother is prostitute.__ I affirm because it was obvious.__ Sex
worker she likes to be called. Some nights, especially Friday and Saturday up
are so many men and I really do not know where to get involved. So I look for a
light bulb to read.
I did not
know to add to his story. Be silent for a few seconds:__ Your
mother does not think about the future, when she get old. How does she keep?__ She pays
retirement insurance. Sex workers of Uruguay are grouped "The association
of harlots" when the aches and pains have come a pension which need to survive.__ And your
mother has many customers?__ This
varies. There are seven a day and there are days that just one.__ And that
enough to live comfortably?__ Do not
throw butter at the ceiling but we pulling.
I did not
know what more to say. I felt sorry for the young teenager, I said a muttered
goodbye and cross the street to the warmth of home. I thought that some women
have a hard time but this girl kept some childish naivete and took her mother's
work naturally. Surely she would be a good nurse.
GUANTANAMO MOM AMOUR
As in the old Alain Resnair movie can no longer say Guantanamo mon amour
and less living a romance under the rubble of a war. If it looks like a city
after a bombing, only the center of Marti Park remosado as an image in
Technicolor for tourists who spend long in their micro refrigerated is pleasing
to the eye. For my house passes a crier selling ice cream in that terrible
summer or offering mangos and dry off season.
Everyone can live as sought. The salary is not enough and must look for
extra money to buy food and clothing. I do not understand the obsession of
guantanamerian _ or will of all the cuban people_ by flattery. The empty stomach
is not seen but a good cowboy brand is displayed with ostentation. Mind of
underdevelopment. I see the Shell of the Marti park smaller as I saw before and the
parish of Saint Catalina seems a simple chapel
lost in the distance of the field. The source of the Avenue and Ahogados
where I used to sit and take in the fresh, sporting a spectacular architectural
monument that all deformed. Who would think such a landmark sculpture. Huambo the movies have had to put a Roman arches for coupling to the
environment. It occupies the space where once was the Luke cinema, an ice cream
shop and a space where exhibitions exemplary cattles take place. It was made
in all that space one movie, small, austere in style Giron or Breztniana
construcion that prevailed in those days.
The worst thing is to have a picture of the past without seeing that
everything changes but change for the worse. The city has become a jumble of
small plate houses of two floors. All the same. The landscape does not change
throughout giving sight. No, I can not say "mom amour Hiroshima" has
not yet been bombed but people walk through the streets as if it were.
MIMI BIG PISS.
the novel "A Child from Guantanamo"
Waterfront home there was a vacant lot where we played
ball in our leisure time. The problem was when we had no ball to play but for
those cases we had to “Mimi big piss”. It was a girl about 13 years old that
still wet the bed, his mother, an Indian woman who gave what my mother called
"rages" that is, that sometimes started to scream and fight ranting
in a way caged lioness heard throughout the block. The truth was that when
Marylou that was the real name of the daughter peed in bed the other night. She
was tied with a rope to the trunk of a coconut tree in the yard and the mother
gave him a rage. The girl screamed and screamed all night until neighboring Ada
jumped the fence separating the two yards and carried home by pity. As a result
of that punishment or disease Marilu had given her a facial paralysis and had
contracted one side of the face as if he was laughing all the time. But it was
good and helpful.
We called her
because she had a rusty old doll and all that. It had missing an eye and part
of the hair and it was rubber. We knock off the head and we served ball. Mimi
big piss, as the game wore on, sat at us and placed on a stone with normal face
against the neighboring wall so that it seemed she was always laughing and that
encouraged us in the game have such an attentive amateur.
When it was
finished she took the head of the wrist, she checked to see new damage and
laughing with one face went back home.
A Guantanamero in Punta del Este
The summer is gone in the
Southern Hemisphere. We are in the Uruguayan fall but it seems that is the
Winter stepped forward. It was five days of constant rain. The wet sheets and
will not dry on the clothesline. The empty streets. Empty restaurants.
It had gone the wave of Argentine tourists and Brazilians who came to spend the
summer in hotels or on its imposing mansions gabled roof. After being in Punta
del Este free from that summer plague is a real pleasure to walk along its
avenues by the sea. There are two beaches on either
side of the peninsula: that of the Mansa, with its calm waters and the Brava
with its stormy sea. Of the Mansa is for most people, de older ones, it's more
peaceful. In the remaining stragglers Brava surfers who defy the icy waters
with their waterproof suits. I prefer the glow of the crashing waves at sunset,
make me feel younger. Sheltered from weather
conditions with a thick coat, scarf and gloves I ride the Bravanear the imposing buildings. There is building it is Donald Trump, a
roundedand striking like everything he does. Who would say that a
Guantanamero would feel like a Puntaesteño more? It's what I feel after so many
years. My beloved tiny country is only a longed remember plunges into the mists
like thisevening, and luxury yachts port, with the lights off, waiting to sail
north, where it is still summer. Meanwhile I walk alone along the promenade. My
daughter wait for me at the end of the day. My brother went to Guantanamo. He
will be enjoying the warm waters of the beaches of Cuba and a tasty roast pork.
I keep walking and breathing the salty air. The sunset is stunning.
MEETING OLD FRIENDS IN FACEBOOK
After long years in exile in Uruguay one morning I wake up and I say to myself:__ Let me see what is about Facebook now I have free time.Neither short nor sloth I open the computer. It's raining as usual in the fall of this remote country. My daughter Jennifer helps me in my job.__No So, Papa. You have to do a profile.__ And where I take photos? __ Ask.__ take them of the download folder. The photos are recent ..,And from there I sumerge in the new cyberworld. It is the first to discover Margarita Vallina page, my old and faithful friend who has many followers. I overwhelm me so many new faces in happy poses. From there I still entranced with making friends and reencontered old. Time has passed and has made its ravages on their faces. Likewise I will see me.__ There will be a photo by here when I was younger? __ I tell my daughter.__ No dad. You got to present yourself as you are now a stubborn old man.I do not say anything. One is as it is.A separate generation of their homeland because of a tyrant . Old friends who staged the glory days of our youth rootless exile. Some are happy, they have their families with them. Some do not find their place pining for the old country, the litttle country of Guantanamo.At least I see their faces and their lives made me feel less alone. Ahh, that generation of Pro has disperdigated throut the world.
Fragment of the novel "Palms and Ombues"
The bus was quickly down the highway linking Montevideo to Tacuarembó department. We were in the summer and the heat and the smell of sweat were sweltering. Passengers dozed or bored watching the landscape that passed on both sides of the road. I also watched the picture to my left, lined by green pastures and wool sheeps and cows. Occasionally the monotony was broken by a yellowish ceibo under which the cows took shelter from the burning sun.
Iñaqui Echevarria slept beside me with loud snoring. We agreed not to sleep during the trip so that your snoring cursed not disturb the other passengers. But No. With his long legs and neck stretched seemed a steam locomotive damaged. They say that snoring during sleep is that is at peace with himself and has the spirit sedate. I for one do not usually sleep during any trip either by bus, train or aircraft long flight. It must be that my damned spirits are always restless and those of Iñaqui enjoy the peace of the Lord. I know him well and is not so: it has a thousand demons that haunt him.
The bus stopped frequently by stray cattle grazing along the path where the grass was taller and fresh. You could tell that a rainstorm had swept the area, puddles and bright pasture
After nearly five hours of travel, which was the time stipulated by Iñaqui, I was surprised to see my left a not very high hill. White, by the stone and the sun was rising on a hill. I remembered a thick cock beheaded.
__ We are already reaching Tacuarembó__ Iñaqui said after waking up for my elbow that strikes him. He looked around and saw the imposing hill.
Finally. I said to myself, after five hours with numb ass on that trip that passed me by the balls.
We arrived at the terminal of the provincial capital city. Iñaqui first thing he did was look for the cafeteria. It was his favorite vice: food. The other was sex. We ordered half giant moons with ham, cheese and butter, watered by coke. And appetite sated, we devote ourselves to find a hotel or an inn (the latter was the favorite of Iñaqui by lower costs)
A few blocks from the terminal, asking, they indicated one. Small and with an awning on the outside where an old man sat in bermudas graying taking the cool of the evening. He was the owner. It turned out that there was no longer quotas. The next day there would be a close event. Villa Ancina, a town about 50 kilometers from Tacuarembó the feast of Our Lady of Itati be held. Reason that everything was full.