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THE FORGETFUL SECRET, BY EL SIDI CAMPEADOR

It was mid June in Brighton and the weather was very hot. At two o’clock in the afternoon, many people walked down to the beach where James was sitting all alone on a side of the pier hidden from the crowd in solitude, tearful and lost in his own thoughts. He was a six feet tall black curly haired white skinned shy teenager. He was as thin as a match was and he seemed to be a lonely lad.
An old man passed along the beach and walk towards him to find out the cause of his trauma.
“Good evening, young man. What’s bringing you down to tears that can’t be solved?” The old man asked him.
“Oh, I’m alright. Do not worry.” James answered sighing.
“Do you really hate the hot weather that much and so you need to cry for it?” The old man asked.
“Ha. Ha. No.” James answered with a sudden but short laugh drying his tears, leaving a light forced smile in his face.
“Perhaps is the time the cleaners have to spend sweeping the surroundings of the beach that makes you sad? Do you feel sorry for them?”
This time James burst out laughing, and his mood cheered up a bit.
“Ha. Ha. No. It is nothing to do with that. My parents are driving me nuts telling me what should I and what should not I do with my life and I do not even feel like to talk to them about it. I love them but I feel confused and I need my space. They are probably right in one thing though. I am a good student and I have to carry on studying.”
“Ah.” The old man said.
“Well that’s not worth crying about, but you have to think about it a bit more and look inside of you. Moreover, whatever happens just let the “you” inside of you decide for the “you” outside of you. Do you understand, you?”
“Ha. Ha. Ha. I do not think so. Nevertheless, you have been such a good laugh and that is helping me to recover. Thanks very much. I will have to find a job for paying the university fees and I am not very good on this kind of decisions.
My parents want me to study any subject that I can learn how to make money with at a long term, and I am not very good with numbers! In fact I don’t even like economics anyway.” James replied.
“Well, well, well, you will need to find a subject that suits you and it has to be one you really would like to learn. That only you can find, my boy, so you would have to find it by yourself. However, if you need to earn good money immediately for studying reasons, hold this card with you. The man represented in it is a very rich person and you can earn good money working for him; but he is very exigent though. His name is Mr Albert Smith. He lives in a very big mansion not far from here; his address is on the card. You can go and tell him that Michael Shail told you to ask him for a job. I used to work for him, you see.
Moreover, do not worry, because he will not mind about your age for the job if you really need it for good reasons. However, you’ll have to work hard.”
“Oh, well, thanks very much I don’t know how to thank you back.”
“Don’t worry about it. Just be happy and stop crying. Ok?”
“Ok. Thanks again.”
“Bye.”
Therefore, James went to meet Mr Albert Smith without knowing how much his life was going to change from then on…

It was five o’clock in the evening and Albert Smith was walking outside his mansion, talking to one of the gardeners.
“I think that if you plant some trees for the entrance the access to the mansion would be more protected. What sort of trees would you plant for this area?” Albert asked to the gardener.
“Well Sir” he said.
“The bars are quite tall, so may I suggest that…”
At that moment, somebody passed around.
“I wonder who can that be,” said Mr Smith.
It was James, who looked a bit gladder this time, as he was thinking to work for Mr Smith.
“Good evening, sir. My name is James and I, err…”
“Well? What do you want? We are busy here, you know.” Mr Smith said while he was looking at James’ individual style.
“Oh. I am sorry to bother you, sir. Mr Michael Shail told me to ask for you. I need a job desperately and I thought maybe I could work for you.”
“Oh. Old Mickey told you to come, eh?” Mr Smith seemed surprised and quite now.
“I have not seen him for ages. I wonder what he is doing now. That is different then, anyway. For a moment, I thought you were one of these kids sniffing out in my garden, trying to find something to break or steal, but you do not look like a burglar anyway. Oh well. Oh well. Where are you from, kid?”
“I am from North Oxford, but I have been living for three months in Brighton with my parents.”
“Oh. I see. Well, if you need a job, I might have something for you to do. How old are you?”
“I am seventeen years old but I will be eighteen in five months. I will be eternally grateful Mr Smith. I’ll need money to pay my fees because I will go to university soon you know?”
“Oh. Do not worry for the money, and just call me Albert, please. You will have more than enough to pay your student fees, but you will have to work hard for me in order to earn it. Are you strong?”
“Oh. Yes Sir. I guess so. And I am a quick learner you know?”
“That is exactly what I need, since there are a lot of things to do around. Please come inside the mansion now and so I can show you where the things are. This is a big place and I always need more people to do some jobs around it, right? Well now, you will meet one of the gardeners. His name is Alfred Richard, and he is taking care of the trees outside, so if you need to ask him anything related to the garden, don’t hesitate. Alfred, please let me introduce you to our new assistant. He is very young, but he is willing to learn how to earn money. Ha. Ha. Ha. Now where are we? Oh yes, Alfred this is James. James this is Alfred.”
“Hello James. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
“The pleasure is mine, Mr Richard. I am at your service.”
Shortly after they met each other, Albert Smith showed James the way in.
A huge golden table filled up the main room downstairs where Albert showed James how he the duties around the mansion were organized.
“This is the main hall, and here is where we make any schedules for the duties that we need to work on and…”
“Sorry to disturb you, Sir. I am afraid that Elizabeth needs your help again.”
That was Michael Purvis, the head chef, running towards them in a hurry.
At that moment, Mr. Smith changed his path, but he did not look in a hurry.
“Oh, I see. Mr Purvis, this is our new assistant, Mr James Williams. Would you please show him around the kitchen while I see my daughter for a minute?”
“I certainly will, Sir.”
Mr. Smith never seemed to be in a rush although he always dedicated his time to other people if necessary, whatever his mood was, especially to his daughter, so he went upstairs to her room.
It was only a month ago since Elizabeth’s last birthday, and now she was already twenty. Besides her age, she did not look more than fifteen. Albert got in her room, which was in the most complete darkness until he opened the curtains.
With the sunlight passing through the window, her room looked now like any rich teenager’s room from the sixties with lots of money invested on it. The walls were painted in pink and yellow and they were fully decorated with photographs of The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Cliff Richard, and many films on fashion from the sixties, from expensive magazines. They gave a young style to the room. There was a Juke Box machine in one corner, and plenty of books related to Hollywood stars and the world of fashion at the time on another corner; the latter being above a big wardrobe designed to look like a pink elephant. A huge tiger-skinned carpet in the middle of the room and many coloured lights in the ceiling made the room look like a discotheque. Albert Smith went in.
“Wake up, sugar. It is almost mid-day. Are you going to sleep all day?”
“Sorry, Dad.” -Replied Elizabeth-” I was dreaming something nice.”
She was wearing some beautiful long pink silk pyjamas, and on a side of her bed, there was a chair with some more fashion magazines over it.
“I don’t know what’s going on, sugar. Michael just told me that you needed my help, but as far as I can see it, you were still sleeping just now.”
“Sorry, Dad, I told Michael yesterday to let you know, but you were really busy with your hunting meeting and so he probably waited until just now to tell you.”
“Tell me what? What’s all this mystery about?”
“Well, Dad, did you see my horoscope in this month’s magazine? I am about to meet the man of my life at the end of the month and you don’t even seem to care about it!”
“Oh, Elizabeth, is that what all this is about? Do you really think I have time to waste in all those…idiocies? Ah, my little princess thinks she is in a fairy tale again! I know you are twenty now. I am your father and I do not forget these things, but you are going too far, young girl. You should stop reading these magazines or you will go crazy. Now will you please get up and get dressed? We have a new assistant working from today and I want you to meet him.”
“Meet him? Whoa. Is he handsome? Can he sing?”
“Elizabeth. For the last time, I have been patient with you this month, because of your birthday and so on; but I forbid you completely to think in those terms especially with our workers, you hear me? You will have your time and then I will be the happiest father in the whole world; but believe me, that time has not come yet. Now be a good girl, get up, and come downstairs.”
Meanwhile, Michael was showing James the kitchen.
“So tell me, James, how did you get to know Mr Smith?”
“Well, an old member of the staff told me to come here and so I did. I was not thinking it was going to be that easy to work here, I am grateful. How is Mr Smith? Do you know about him?”
“Well, yes. My father used to be a very good friend of him before he become rich, but that was a long time ago, I guess.”
“You mean he was not born rich?”
“I will tell you the story, is quite interesting...”and so he told him about Mr Smith.
Albert Smith was a forty-five years old short, bold haired, well-educated English-man, but overall he was a multimillionaire. He did not belong to the aristocracy himself, but he earned a lot of money in the 1940’s because he spent many years working hard in the industrial sector. That allowed him to save money that he would invest some time later to make a profit out of it until he was able to run his own business, which he made bigger and bigger with the time. So he became rich since then as the owner of one of London’s more important property companies, but it was 1964 now and things had changed a little bit for him. The streets were full of teenagers with new fashions and tendencies that were far away different from the ones he had in his childhood, and the world was becoming a more modern stage that was still quite complicated for him to understand in many ways. He was an old-fashion gentleman that was living the post war times, hunting and walking all day long through his big gardens, leaving the rest of the world outside his huge mansion surroundings, and he didn’t care much for anything else, as all his necessities and dreams were ensured there.
His father, Gregory East, was a tailor who worked for rich people when he was younger, and who never earned a lot of money himself, and this Albert detested. Albert didn’t see his father quite often and in return he didn’t visited him much neither, as anytime he used to go to his mansion, Albert only spoke to him about business, and this Gregory hated as well, so they had a reciprocal distance with each other. Gregory’s second surname was not Smith, it was Roberts, but he had a secret relationship with a very wealthy woman called Elizabeth Smith while working on her new clothes when he was younger. She was Albert’s secret mother, and this only Albert, Gregory and her knew it. Although Gregory never wanted Albert to adopt her surname (and of course neither did she), he did so as soon as he started to make his own way of life. He always dreamt with having more and more money since school, and always wanted to show to the people how wealthy he was and what a good life he was enjoying because of it. He was rich and selfish just like his mother, with the exception that he earned the whole of his wealth all by himself.
He lived in a big mansion in West Sussex, in the deep south of England, where he seldom left the surrounding wealthy area where he lived except (with particular interest) to leave his car -a magnificent blue Rolls Royce- on hands of his personal mechanic, David Jones, whenever he needed to put his hands on it. Albert was not particularly fond of hobbies in general, but if he ever had one (besides the money), that would be the Rolls Royce cars. He did not know much about them really, but he had a huge library within the mansion full of books that showed the history of them and had photographs of all the different models, especially the very expensive ones, for whose he had special interest. He had lots of fact-based books about the Royce’s for people who don’t know much or know very little about them. They were easy reading books with lots of images and photos and some ”It takes one man one day to make a Rolls Royce radiator, and then five hours are spent polishing it” kind of stuff. The library was also full of books that any rich man would have based on lots of subjects like wealth, travelling, hunting, cars, collections…Although he didn’t read much.
He was an excellent reader when he was younger, but he was far too lazy to do it now and he was growing old, as he liked to say. Therefore, he left them for special occasions when some people were invited to the mansion to have some dinner with him and everybody could see them and so they could speak about the wealth he had and he could show all his whims to somebody else. Albert had travelled all around ninety per cent of the world (through the most tourist and wealthy areas), with the exception of the very tiny isles. Those he feared, as some bullies at school, trying to frighten him told him once that “In the small islands you can disappear quite easily and nobody might ever find you again”, and so he lived with that fear for the rest of his life. He spent most of his time inside the mansion or outside in the huge gardens he had, since he felt more safety there because his assistants, cleaners and gardeners, always surrounded him and nothing could ever happened to him that way. He had lived this way for a long time by then, since he was even more afraid of losing all his pertinences rather than to get lost and disappear himself in a lost remote island. The mansion was a huge beautiful Victorian house with a lake in a big wealthy area, where most of his common friends were as rich as he was, in one way or another. Bank managers, rich executives and businesspersons, politicians, and all sorts of very famous people shared this huge wealth area in the surroundings of the town. It was “The Beverly Hills of Sussex” as many used to called it. As the mansion was so big, so was the number of people who worked for him to maintain it always clean and ready for guests to come and see him. The garden had a big lake in the middle with lots of ducks and many different species of birds of all kinds that needed the special attention of Harry Davis, who was the number one specialist on caring exotic and rare birds. He always kept them ready for show photographs, as many photographers and editors from animal magazines used to come with Albert’s permission to show his new birds in them.
Michael ended up “Albert used to tell them to go to the lake and do the photographic sessions and so everybody would know about his wealth, and that is basically the story and…”
In that moment, Albert came along with her daughter, who was dressed as if she was going to a beauty contest.
“James, this is my daughter, Elizabeth. Whatever she needs you to do within the mansion if I am not here, please obey as if it was my own order.”
“Please to meet you, misses Smith,” said James.
“Oh please call me Elizabeth. Moreover, please do not talk to me as if I were my father. After all we are about the same age, are not we? So we can be friends too.”
Albert Smith went red for a moment.
“Elizabeth, what is this rudeness in my house? Go immediately to your room and start to do your homework!”
“Well father, first you tell me to leave my room and now you tell me to go back. Will I ever have a life of my own to choose those decisions by myself?”
Pointing with his finger towards her room, he shouted at her in a very sincere way. “Now!” he said.
As she went back to her room, he carried the talking with James and Michael.
“Well I should apologize for that, gents, but you know the new generations are growing up in a much-unsubordinated way nowadays. I hope you do not learn these bad manners from my daughter and grow as a real straight man, James. You must learn to think with your brain and not with what you just copy from others around because you must take the right choices sometimes all by yourself. Do you understand me?”
“Oh. Sure.”
Many thoughts appeared in James’ mind at that stage, but he chose to deal between two facts only from that moment:
I can have a very good friend on that girl.
If she rebels against her father and chooses her own way of life, I could too.
Thinking back on his job, he looked to Mr Smith in the eyes and said:
“Mr Smith, I can assure you that I would give all my effort to my duties and I won’t fail you.”
“That’s my boy. And please, call me Albert.”
Therefore, a good relationship between all the presents in there emerged, and James started to know secretly what his real job was going to be, not only in the mansion, but also in life.
There are a lot of cleaning duties to do in a big mansion, but the main thing James was learning in there was the real meaning of things, how we interact with each other upon the circumstances of classes, for instance, and so he become more and more aware of this as he was working for longer. His friend ship with Elizabeth grew up in a very fast way, since he was the only one in the mansion who understood her, and vice versa. They were both living with the same position as both of them wanted to change their ways of life. As the time passed, James started to see when was easier to hide from his work to talk with his friend privately.
Elizabeth was a very spoiled girl, as she had all the material things any girl of her age would have wanted, but there was something her father never could have bought for her even with all his money, and that was love. As he was a busy rich man, he could not afford to spend much time with her because his businesses were more important, and this Elizabeth had in mind before anything else, so she wanted to change her way of life.
One day, as Michael went out for a break and Albert was not in the house, James found a book on a table, and he took it. It was a big book and it looked more like a teacher’s one than a novel.
“Mm” he thought. “Is a bit strange that Albert did not read a lot, but there were many books in the house, would all be his, or maybe some of his guests left them there sometimes?”
As he was digressed in his own thoughts, he decided to read it.
It was a book about languages, the meanings of things, that opened James’s mind, and he decided to tell Elizabeth about it, when suddenly Albert came in talking with his chauffeur, Louis Pierre, about his Rolls Royce.
“I can believe it, Louis, between all the things that are keeping me busy this week, this is going to be the one that will drive me crazier. You know my love for this car, is my biggest whim and I cannot take any chances on it right now. I will have an important dinner tonight with some important friends and you just tell me now about it when you knew this yesterday? You should have told me.”
“I am sorry sir”-Louis carried on-“but you seemed to be so busy on preparing cautiously tonight’s dinner that I thought I’ll better tell you tomorrow.”
“Anyway, you are right on that. There is an important new bank manager coming on tonight and my mind is just there, that’s all. I am going to call David Jones right now and let us see if we can take it now to revision. “
Louis was a French chauffeur who had been working ten years for Albert.
In his uniform, he just looked like any other person doing his job, but the truth was that he was one of the fastest men in France who happened to win some very important races in England, nevertheless, not anymore. He loved cars like Albert, although not just Rolls Royce. He had an accident, which made him stop racing, and now he just watched the races on television whenever he could. Besides, he was working for so long to Albert, and his salary was so good, that he liked it that way. Albert went to his office to call by telephone to David Jones, his mechanic. David was the only person in the world to which Albert would let his car alone with, especially if it was in a hurry to do something else and he needed it soon.
Albert never used to let Elizabeth go far off the mansion unless it was for an important reason, or like in this case, to follow him to his mechanic shop, where nowhere would take any chances of thinking who she was, as he thought.
Albert was getting ready to go to David’s mechanic shop when Elizabeth went to the car jumping and shouting:
“Free at last. At least for a couple of hours!”
“Ok. Sit down and don’t be a scandalous girl, don’t embarrass me at least for a while please.” Said Albert.
Therefore they went. While they were on the road, Elizabeth asked: “Louis would you have changed something in your life if you had the chance?”
“Not a chance” answered Louis.
“I love my life just as it is and I don’t…”
In that moment, a car just crossed them and Louis had just enough time to use the brakes for a few seconds. They crashed though.
The crash was not very big, but the rolls’ mudguard broke into two pieces, and Albert was extremely disgusted.
“Not the mudguard! Not the mudguard!” he said.
“What have you done? Are you blind?”
“Sorry sir, but I am afraid that I had the preference to go my way, and you had to let me go,” said a man going out of the other car.
“I am sorry to say that it is true, sir.” Louis said.
“Are you all against me today? I am going nuts with all the Elizabeth’s issues and now this…”
“I am sorry sir I got distracted by Elizabeth’s conversation and I missed the signal, but we were going to David’s mechanic shop anyway. He can fix this I am sure.”
“You are sure, you are sure! That I am going to pay for this is something I am sure of!”
After a while, they carried on to David’s and Albert told Elizabeth:
“Eli listen to this, you cannot always get what you want!”
“Dad please calm down that’s a Rolling Stones’ song by the way which is quite nice and…”
In the middle of that surrealistic conversation, Louis said:
“Sorry to interrupt you both, but we just arrived at David’s.”
The street in which David’s mechanic shop was looked like a horror film movie.
It was dark and gloomy with all that gothic mansions around. Besides David’s mechanic shop, there were three big stores. If you did not know exactly what to do there, it looked like you could find Jack the Ripper at any moment and you would have to run away.
In the middle of the street was a row of big bushes and behind them there was a huge lighted area, which was David’s place.
As you got into his place, it looked like you were in a different world. The mechanic shop was huge, and so incredibly tidy and clean that you could almost cook on the floor. David was a Welshman who decided at early age that he was to become a mechanic. His passion for cars was such that he was one of the best mechanics in south England at the time. Although he was 40 already, he was a sort hippie adapted to that time who was born just too early, but he was still tall and tan and loved to find women around to go out with and they loved his style. He was addicted to psycho Delia and psychotropic drugs, but this of course none of his clients knew. That was his life when he was not working, and he took good care of making two separate realities to keep his job for long.
He made the entire mechanic garage by himself and worked hard, but now he was the boss and many important people who happened to live in Sussex used to leave their cars to him to repair. He was not stupid and always used to leave some unfinished works on cars and so the clients would have to come back to have some more repairs eventually. He took care of special edition cars and was paid a lot of dough for it, but the rich people did not care because he was the best.
At the time Albert came in, he had only one assistant helping him, Simon Harris.
He was a yodi and seemed to be a good lad. Whenever the people talked around him, he was always listening, and then he loved to talk and talk whatever he thought he learned from there. He talked too much but he was not very intelligent and clever as David was. He was 27 years old and had a mould to correct his tooth since he was 8, because he did not use to brush his tooth quite often. He grew up in full contact with nature among butterflies and goats. His parents were mid-class and always spoiled him in their farm because he was so good when he was a kid. He grew up with his sister which is 10 years old older in a tender and romantic familiar environment. He loved The Carpenters (the band) and he cried each time his mum read “Bambi” to him. His dream was to live in a farm with a flock of goats once he found the woman of his dreams. In the farm where he grew up his family did not make a lot of money, and so they sent him to the south to look for a job, where he is now. Although once he started to speak he never stopped, he did not have very good luck with women so far. He had a sort of a girlfriend recently that left him because never stopped talking and she was annoyed. He missed his family, did not have a lot of friends and he felt alone in the world, but he was sure that his situation would change some day and he would make his dreams come true. He was short and fatty, with a funny moustache.
David and Simon were at the end of the store. It was almost time for Simon to finish and go home, and they were having a conversation about their dialects.
“So why do you always say (wey-ay-man)? What does it mean?” David asked Simon.
“Well, in Newcastle is just a way of talk. You can always say just yeah man or whatever, but that does the trick there. So tell me how to say something in welsh, mate.”
“Ok.” David carried on “The pronunciation is very difficult for outsiders, but let’s go. Gelwch am gab I mi. You say that if you want a cab, and after you went to your destination, you’ll say:
Pa faint sydd genyf I dalu? Which means how much do I have to pay?”
“Ha. Ha. That’s lovely wey-ay-man. It really is.”
“Yeah. Imagine an Englishman trying to speak like that. Anyway, Edrychwch ar eich oriadur. I mean look at your watch. Have you done the tyres yet? That’s about your time to go now, so unless you want another coffee…”
“I’ve already done ‘em. Thanks for the coffee mate, but ganna-gan-iam wey-ay-man.”
“What?”
“Well…that’s the same than saying I have to go home now man, in yodi. Thanks and see you tomorrow right?”
“Ok. Take care buddy.”
“Bye.”
In the meantime, our three friends were getting inside the place and, as Simon was leaving, Albert went straight to David with a very ungry-looking face.
“Hi, David. Look what somebody’s done to my precious car. They broke my mudguards. Rags! ”
“Hi, Albert. Well that is easy to mend don’t worry mate. I was going to close in a minute but is going to take two minutes to repair it.”
Meanwhile, Louis the chauffer was looking different car pieces in the store, which reminded him his glorious days on the best car races in England, and Elizabeth was just delighted in the entrance as soon as she saw Simon going out. That was a flash. They soon fell for each other.
“Hi. My name is Elizabeth. Who are you?”
“Hi. I’m…I’m…Simon Harris at your service, ma’am.”
“So what are you doing here, Simon?”
“Well, I’m working here. You know, keeps the money coming in and that sort of thing…”
“Whoa, I wish I could see the outside world just like you. I’m entrapped in my father’s mansion day and night. In fact is just a miracle that I’m here today. I think this is the only place where my father would let me stay while he is doing his businesses. He’s afraid of anybody even looking at me if they’re not from the rich world, so I’m so happy to meet you now.”
Looking at her eyes while he was on fire, he said:”Believe me the pleasure is all mine, Miss Elizabeth, all mine. I just hope I can ever see you again sometime, or else that this moment never dies in time.”
“Well.” She said “I hope so too. I do not like my father so much you know. He treats me like I’m a child and I’m not, but as far as the Rolls Royce gets broken, which happen to be quite often lately, I’m always happy to come back here if he allows me and If I can see you here, although this must be our little secret, ok? If my father ever knows I have a friend outside the mansion, he will take care that we will never see each other again. Understand?”
“Perfectly Miss. In addition, since you do not have a very good relationship with your father anyway, I must tell you that between you and me, I can make things work for you to come eventually since David leaves some pieces of the cars unfitted sometimes for the customers to come back. I know that’s not fair at all, and I carry on telling him about it, but he’s older than me and he’s the boss, so…what can I do?”
“Don’t worry for that. That is perfect, so I can come more often to see you. You know? I like you a lot. You’re intelligent and clever.”
Simon turned red like a tomato.
“Well, I’m actually impressed that you’re saying that because you’re the most beautiful girl I ever saw and…”
At that precise moment at the end of the store…
“Ok then.” David said. “That’s done, sir.”
“Thanks David” Albert answered, “You saved my life once again.”
“No worries mate. Anytime.”
“By the way I am going to celebrate a party next month at the mansion. I am making a fancy dress thing and I invited many important people, but since my Rolls is as important for me now as anything else, you’re invited too if you’re free to come. I’ll send you an invitation with terms and conditions. Ha, ha. I’m only joking. I’ll send you an invitation anyway. Thanks a lot. Hope to see you soon, my friend.”
While all this happened, Simon was looking at David with a surprised look in his face.
“What happen, Simon?” Elizabeth asked.
“Oh nothing important I guess. Is just that I haven’t seen David working an extra minute when he’s about to close the store for more than a year. He normally leave the stuff to do for the day after. Oh well…Oh is already late isn’t it? I’m going to have to go anyway my landlord is coming today and I have to pay him on time and, and, and…oh was this a dream? Am I ever going to see you again Miss Elizabeth?”
Elizabeth was about to kiss him for the very first time when suddenly she heard her father’s voice coming from the back:
“Ok. Everything arranged. Louis, Elizabeth, we can go home now. I still have to prepare the dinner reception for tonight. Are you ready?”
“Yes, father.” Therefore, they went back to the mansion. While that happened, David and Simon were still in the store. “Simon. Are you all right, mate? I thought you already gone home. What are you still doing here, kiddo?”
“Well, I’m going now, anyway. You know, it’s the first time in a year I’ve seen you working extra hours, if any.”
“Yeah, well it took just two minutes to repair that mudguards and it’ll keep that old rich man to come back again at some point, you have to spoil your clients somehow if you want them to come back. Anyway I am waiting for an old friend to come here to pick me up to go to the movies today. An ex-girlfriend ya know? Well I don’t want to bore you with my stories, so I’ll let you go. Ha ha. I’m happy is all I must say. “
“Ha, ha. I’m happy too I must say.”

Back to the mansion, Louis was talking to Albert about car pieces before to get in.
“You know, Albert? If I hadn’t got my legs problem, I might still have known you, but not as a chauffeur, as a car racer friend of yours.”
“I know, I know. I wish I ever got more interested in cars, my friend. But the thing is… you know business keep me busy, especially in a big mansion like this one.”
“Yeah, I suppose so. If I were to become rich like you, I would rather spend my money buying fast cars. Anyway, I am tired now. It must be about ten o’ clock or so. Do you mind if I am going straight to sleep? I will have a really busy day tomorrow.”
“Yes, Louis, I think is time for all of us to have a rest.”
The night was dark and foggy, and everyone went to sleep except Elizabeth. The mansion remained silent. This was not particularly difficult as the whole neighbourhood where they were living was always quiet at nighttime. Elizabeth switched her TV on in hope for finding a good program for her to watch.
Most of the programs were far too boring for her to watch, so at the end she decided to listen to the radio instead.
She fancied the program that was on and, as the program went on, she slowly fell asleep at the bed, with the radio on. She was having a nice dream as the radio station turned to the next program. In this program, the presenters were having a gas telling silly stories about ghosts. One of them told the story about certain magic people living among the souls of the dead ones, buried on earth.
They should fly around the houses while people were dreaming, and, at the end of the story, they were having a laugh on the people alive. Elizabeth felt thirsty after two hours or so, and woke up to drink some water. The trouble was, she listened to the story long before they started getting funny on it, and they were talking about magical beings by then.
The atmosphere of the story was so scary by then that Elizabeth jumped off her bed and turned the radio off. Her heart was beating hard by now and she turned on every light in the room, as anything to do with magic, just scared the creeps out of her.
At that moment, there was a strange sound coming from outside the mansion, low at first, but continued.
She thought of going outside to see what was it, but the noise was louder now and she seemed to be the only one awake.
What to do now? As the noise went louder, an owl crashed against the window. Its face was smashed and flat now and by looking towards her with its huge eyes only made the situation worse for her.
She could not keep it together any longer, so she screamed loud and held herself very tight to the bed’s legs for a few seconds until she recovered.
Every single piece of furniture seemed to look at her and she frightened when all of a sudden she realized how embarrassing could it be if everybody else in the mansion woke up and find out nothing happened and she was frightened out there.
She was a woman and should show herself as a hard person full of courage, not as a coward becoming intimidated from some stupid noise.
Meanwhile, Albert just woke up from a weird nightmare and went to the kitchen. There he heard some babies crying somewhere around.
“This is impossible. The mansion is closed in its totality.” He thought, “Its safe guarded and nobody went out of the guards’ house.”
A wasp got in the kitchen and got stacked behind the fridges. It took a few minutes until if found the way out, but the sound of babies added to the buzzing created an unpleasant atmosphere for Albert. There were some plates at the edge over the table from the day before, and, as Albert jumped in panic, they fell over and get broken against the floor.
The sound made Elizabeth even more afraid as the situation was unbearable to handle it any longer.
Jimmy Stance was a young and tall guard at the guards’ house who could not sleep either that night. He spent a good deal of the night reading a book and he crossed his arms while resting them against the window ledge sighing when he stared at the mansion for a tick.
Somebody forgot to turn the lights off! Decided to go and help it, he headed for the mansion. It was a long way to go walking from there, and it was a dark and cold night, even for summertime, so he carried a torch and a big coat with him.
As he walked half the way through, he noticed that somebody was shouting from within the mansion. It was Elizabeth, but he could not recognize the timbre from that distance, so he ran towards the mansion to see what was happening. On his way, he stepped over a bush but, as he was running in complete darkness, he did not see it and therefore, he fell off and broke two teeth. On top of that, his left foot was in deep pain. Limping and bleeding he went all the way through as he wasn’t going to surrender so easily.
Albert was ready to go outside the kitchen but he was aware at all times though, as he was still scared mainly because of the nightmare. When he was about to open the door, the wasp was release from the fridges and buzzed around him. “Oh, this can’t be for real. Not now!” he thought, and trying to get rid of the wasp before it bitten him, he looked after something useful to defend himself against it, with no time to think and in deep agony he grabbed a long kitchen knife in order to kill the wasp in desperation. Man and wasp were fighting against each other, while Elizabeth encouraged herself to leave her room. Slow and silent, she went gradually towards the door. The sound of babies crying outside was very loud now.
As she went out of her room, looking scared at everything as she walked, she found Albert getting out of the kitchen, shaking the knife towards nowhere, frightened and unaware that the wasp had already gone. He left the kitchen shouting many times trying to kill the wasp, what made Elizabeth stare at him like mad and scream even louder in anguish. Somebody knocked at the main door, that was scarcely two metres behind them, and both father and daughter relied on each other, hugging themselves hard and, by looking at the door, Albert raised the knife on one hand while slowly going towards the door. As he opened, the dark figure of Jimmy appeared dirty and bleeding outside. Pulling the knife hard in his hand and closing his eyes, he was about to kill whoever or whatever it was, when Elizabeth shouted at him.
“Stop, daddy, stop. It’s just Jimmy out there!”
It was too late as Albert already pushed the knife towards him, and Jimmy fell on the floor. Everyone yelled for the very last time now, included Jimmy.
“Don’t worry, I’m alright!” he yelled at them.
“For god’s sake, please tell me you are ok.”
“Yes I am. It is my work to defend myself in case of somebody attacking anybody here, included myself. I am sorry to say this to you sir, but you are not a good warrior. I had more than enough time to disarm you before you strike me.”
“Oh, I am so glad to hear it, Jimmy.” Albert said breathing heavily.
As they all talked to each other about what happened, both father and daughter were so embarrassed to say what they thought it happened in their own views, that they still wanted to go outside with Jimmy and confirm there was definitely nothing going on. After the incident, they all went back to sleep, and no one left the lights off that night.
In the morning,
TO BE CONTINUED....
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The central library was about to close. There was only two minutes left and Richard Chester couldn’t ride his bicycle any faster than that.
“Too many things for a single mind to deal with.” He thought.
In just two days, the most incredible experience of his life happened to him, all of a sudden, as fast as a thunder strikes.
Everything started about a year before, in the springtime of 1986. It was a cold morning in Oxford, and Richard was on his way to the university as usual.
Richard was a sort of a lunatic guy for many people, as he very seldom spoke to anyone and was always lost in his thoughts about research methods for chemistry and the different ways that the human body reacts against certain substances and all that. In all, he was looking for a good method to cure some weird illnesses resulting from the pollution of the late 20th century.
He really enjoyed the career he was doing and now it was his last year and, as he was far too smart for most of his classmates; he always had more extra time then anybody else during check-up terms. He was really happy while having that extra time because he really enjoyed chatting with his teacher, Miss Fawns, an incredibly talented Doctor in applied chemistry that happened to have the most beautiful legs in the whole university.
He used to waste at least 15 minutes after he done the exams before to return them just looking at her, always convinced that she wouldn’t notice it.
Of course she noticed it at all times, but she didn’t seem to mind at all, especially because she had had secret intimate relations with too many of her students in other universities where she used to work. In fact nobody else knew but she and her lovers, so let’s say they were under the same condition, they both had the horn and all that.
Most of his fellow students came from very rich families and had carte blanche to access almost every private room within the university through their contacts, and, as Richard was one of the few who earned the loan through his excellent qualifications and the only one who most of the time stayed apart from the rest, the students used to do some jokes about him and leave him traps in his room, very disgusting ones. Once he was working on an experiment in his room involving a very large rounded bowl made of glass and a few things such as gasoline and matches. Meanwhile his classmates they were collecting excrements from a cow’s field during a whole day until they had enough of it to fill a plastic bag.
They left the bag with the crap in front of his door. They set fire on the bag, ring his doorbell and run away.
When he was going to open the door, he should extinguish the flame using the first thing at hand, that would be his feet, and the rest would be curtains.
That would be a rather easy way to finish that issue for an average standard person, but for this genius it was going to have a bit different ending.
As he opened the door and stared at the fire, he started thinking quick as he had only a few seconds to find a way to solve the fuss.
“We have a fire of a minor magnitude. If it catches the carpet, it will lead us to a major disaster, and if it doesn’t, I might have just about enough time to find a bucket and fill it with water, but if it happen to fail the consequences won’t look very good either.”
He thought quickly:
“If I manage to stop the oxygen from the area in which the fire flames, the flame will occasionally get extinct and so we’ll all have a good ending here.”
He covered the fire with the bowl and, after a few seconds, the flame set off. All this happened in about six seconds. Of course there was still another little problem after he lift the bowl and that was the unpleasant odour of the, well, crap.
“Hmm. There is a funny smell.” He thought.
“Whoever done this, he wasn’t thinking much on our beloved planet earth. We all know how cow’s excrement contaminates the air, without even talking about ozone.”
Suddenly he thought of trying a little experiment involving a few chemical elements in order to transform the excrement into a non contaminated substance, and so he went to the main laboratory and started mixing the elements, hiding previously the excrement on a secret box in his room.
The long corridor that crossed to his room led to the headmaster’s office on one side, and the toilets on the other, and it was overcrowded by students of different classes. At his left, there was an open room in which some maths students were trying to match a perfect girl for “The party of the year at the uni.”
He wondered about the party for a moment. “Hmm. This is my last year here and I never heard of that before. What can that be? Maybe it’s a contest to make experiments in groups. That’ll help me to find some interesting students at my level. Let’s try that.”
He approached their room and ask them about it.
“Hi guys. I’m sorry to interrupt your chat. I was passing around and I couldn’t avoid listening to your conversation and I’m a bit curious. What’s that party about? I never heard of it before.”
“Oh.” One of them said surprised.
“Everybody knows about the party except, of course, the teachers.” They laughed at the very sound of it.
“But you are not a teacher, are you?”
“No.” He said. “I’m studying chemistry. But I don’t normally go to parties that much. I thought that maybe was something to do with some assignments or so.”
“No, no.” They carried on laughing.
“Nothing could be further from the truth. The reason why teachers don’t know about it is because is a private thing organised by all the students at the campus. There’ll be lots of drinks, music and…girls. Boy, come along and maybe we can get a nice charming beauty. There’ll be lots in there.”
He was a bit nervous because the very thought of lots of beautiful top magic wands all around the campus waiting for a male to spend the night with drove all the theories about reactions of the human body away.
“Ok. I might go there after all.” He said.
“When is it?”
“It will be in a week. Starting from four o’clock in the evening next Monday until dawn next day. Don’t forget this, tell only students, and come wearing your best suit. There’ll be a contest for the best couple and all that.”
“Ok. Thanks guys. I’ll see you there.”
As soon as he left their room, he heard some girl screaming at the corridor.
“I wonder what’s going on.” He thought.
There were a lot of people forming a circle around this girl who was on the floor really scared. Richard went there.
“What happened to you?” he asked her.
The girl was really frightened and started to speak very slow bubbling. “The-the-there is a re-re-really big spider. Huge! It’s over there. I-I-I am really scared of spiders.”
Richard went to where the girl led him and found it.
“Oh, my god!” He shouted.
“This is no spider. This is a tarantula and is very dangerous. I wonder how it came here. Hold on a tick. Quick, mate, gis that bucket, will ya?”
Everybody was frightened by now about the tarantula, but they were also wondering why somebody like Richard, much disciplined and always well spoken young student, could suddenly say something like that using that sort of slang at this campus in Oxford.
What they didn’t know is that Richard was raised in a very low area in east London where his parents were originally from and, although he didn’t often use it, sometimes unconsciously he did in rather extreme situations due to a trauma during his young hood, what himself called “Unconscious variations of the dialect once spoken by everyone at the same level.” That happened once when he was 12 years old and some gangs in his neighbourhood tried to steal some money from him, speaking in their gang slang, and he tried to avoid risks by starting to speak well spoken English and be polite to them, what made the members of the gang nervous by thinking he was a snob and they gave him the worst beating he was ever going to receive.
He avoided speaking in a correct manner most of the times in view of a very tough or dangerous situation since then without even knowing exactly why.
He put the tarantula in the bucket and took it to his room where he kept some of the tarantula’s hair for his own researching before to show it to Miss Fawns. During that week all you could hear about within the campus was comments about how the spider, I mean the tarantula, came there and all that.
How did that animal appeared there? It wasn’t its natural environment, and it was a very cold weather for it. The only person who made any productive use from it was Richard. He went to the lab and worked for days in complete secret, until he could find the substance to make crap a non contaminated substance.
After five days of intense work using a lot of chemical elements, plus the hair of the tarantula and a lot of imagination…all he made up was a useless viscous liquid.
Totally desperate, and needed of sleeping in any humanly possible way, he decided to keep the liquid that he made so far in secret until he could carry on doing the experiment any other time.
He left the lab with the liquid on his way to his room when two beautiful girls stopped him.
“Hey. Aren’t you the guy who found the spider? Wow! You must have a lot of courage. And you are pretty handsome, too. What’s that inside the bucket, pretty boy? Is it the spider? Can I see it?”
“No, no…”
“Please…”
The girls tried to persuade him to let them see it by kissing and touching him sensually. He was really nervous by now and the girls tried to steal the bucket from him. Fighting for it, both girls were pulling strong the bucket towards their side and he was pulling towards his when a big lad with huge muscles and a long beard appeared on the scene and the girls let the bucket go.
“James, what are you doing here? I thought you were still in Chicago on holidays.” One of the girls asked him. The other one stood aside.
“That is irrelevant now, is it not darling?” said James in a very arrogant manner and very angry for the situation.
“So what are you doing to my girlfriend, monkey?” He asked Richard.
“Listen. Hmm. This is a bloody stupid situation mate. Your gal tried to nick me bucket and I was just defending my position here. Now if you just…”
James grabbed Richard by his neck against the wall with one hand while extending the other one towards the bucket and with a slow movement of his head, asked Richard gently to give it to him.
“Listen.” Richard said. “You don’t seem to get it now, do ya? There’s a big mistake here. What that bucket contains is part of an experiment and it can be dangerous to play with and…”
James took the bucket, wet a few fingers on the liquid and then painted some stripes in his face with it, as if he was on the war.
“Please don’t do it!” Richard shouted.
But it was too late. After a few seconds everybody would know there was a funny smell coming from big bad James and they were moving apart from him.
“What on earth is this?” James asked.
“Well, it’s very hard to explain…”
“I hope it is not what I think it is!”
At that moment one of the teachers came around, Mr Harry Clouds.
Harry was a forty year old man, very tall and skinny that came from a very snob family. Most of his brothers and sisters decided to become managers and lawyers, and he decided to study psychology and become a teacher. Famous for his research methods, he was a very intelligent man to whom you couldn’t get in a trap quite easily.
“Holly Moses, James, you stink. I can recommend you very good bath salts, but you have to promise me you will use them. What do you say buddy?”
“Mr Clouds, the experiment this student was working on was unknown to me, but I know something does not smell good in here.”
“Still, why on earth would you throw that thing all over your face? And in respect to you, what was your experiment based on that you needed to get some…is that excrement I smell?”
“Well, yes, Sir. Partly it is. But let me explain it to you…”
“There is no time for explanations here and now. You will both go straight to Mr Candle’s office and he will sort this mess out. Now, go!”
Both students went with their heads bent over knowing that this episode wouldn’t have a happy ending for them.
Mr Candles was the headmaster, but on top of that he was a severe, angry, bossy, violent mid-age man very difficult to speak to, and he had six people looking after his whims any time he decided to call them at his service because they were so scared of him. James and Richard were really afraid, because they knew this wasn’t going to be chats with somebody telling them just don’t do it again.
This was meant to be a juridical sentence, and the judge was going to declare them guilty and condemned them to prison for life!
As they were on their way, James said to Richard:
“If we ever get out of this one, I shall kill you, pot face!”
“Listen, bud, I’m really sorry for the whole thang, but wouldn’t yer girl tried to take the bucket, none of this had happened.”
“Don’t you ever dare to say a word about my girlfriend again, nail-head, or I will knock you in the floor, and you hear me?”
They started to fight as students normally do, James thrown Richard to the floor and tried to knock him off, while Richard defended himself the best he could, trying to stop him, without even notice that they were already in front of Mr Candle’s door.
Suddenly, a deafened scream from inside the office made the door starting to tremble.
“What are you going to do about it, hum?”
That was Mr Candles speaking by telephone.
“Do you want to have some kind of contest between both universities?
Of course we will be prepared, but I hope you’ll give shields to your students, ‘cause this mean war!”
He rang off and continued shouting:
“Where did they earn their credibility as headmasters, these fools? Telling me how to do my job! They’ll be working as domestic cleaners quite soon, shall they have a duel with us.”
He was a fifty year old man, fatty and bold with a big dense moustache that filled half of his face. He was sweating hard and, as the light touched his forehead, he resembled more and more a giant billiard ball.
As James and Richard passed into his office, he stacked a big cigar in his mouth and one of his assistants ran quickly towards him.
“Mr Candles, please allow me to light your…”
At that moment he looked at his baldy head.
“…cigar.” And so he did.
Mr Candles spoke again, well, he screamed again let’s fairly say.
“Who the hell are you two guys and what do you want? Can’t you see that we are busy here?”
“Well…Mr Clouds sent us here, Sir.” Richard slowly and scared said.
“What for? ” A big silence filled the tension.
“Let me explain it to you.” Finally James said.
“I was going to see my girlfriend and she wanted to get some viscous liquid from him that he didn’t want to show. I think it was part of an experiment, as weird as him, that he made up. Anyway, I went to rescue my beloved girlfriend when he throws that stuff all over my face, and…”
“That’s entirely bollocks and you know it! Oh I’m sorry I said that, Mr Candles.” Richard answered.
“Oh shut up you two. That’s enough. Do you really think I have time for your silly games? Make no mistake, boys, you are going to have a big punishment for this mess, a very heavy one.”
He holds his cheeks with his left hand and started to think for a few seconds.
“Ok. I got it. As you seem to like to smell like a pig, you will have two assignments this week. Today, you will clean all the toilets of the campus, including the staff rooms as well and I hope I can see my face on their floors, or you’ll start doing them all over again. Now you better go and have a shower, and immediately after that you will start doing this first assignment.
Tomorrow, from early in the morning, you will spend the day at the closest farm around, helping the farmers to feed their pigs.”
“But, Sir, clean all of the toilets will take me hours, probably until one or two o’clock in the morning.”
“Then I suggest you to go to sleep straight after that. You’ll go to the farm tomorrow at seven in the morning, and you will have somebody recording you on video to show to your classmates. That will show you to have good manners. This is a respectable university, for God’s sake!”
“But Sir, that is not fair.”
“And who said it should be? That’s the way that life teaches and that way you should learn it so.”
“I’ll tell my father about this. He is a very important lawyer from Central London. He’ll get you in prison for this, oh yes he will.”
“Oh. Really? I’m dying to see your dad’s face when he sees by himself who stole Mrs Dennis’ purse last week. There was a big profit in it, hum?”
“Ho…how do you know about that? Hold on, you don’t have any proof of that. Have you?”
Mr Candles pointed towards the video cameras with his finger, and turning his head with a big ironic smile he looked at Richard and spoke again.
“I was waiting for the perfect occasion to catch you in fraganti, James, and this is it.
Now what do we know about you? What was in that bucket, boy? Answered me! I don’t have a day to waste with you two!”
One of his assistants talked.
“He is that genius boy everybody is talking about, remember Mr Candles? The one Miss Fawns presented as the new promising figure of the university.”
“Ok. I want everybody out of the office, except him and me. Now! That smell is driving me nuts; you go and have a shower for God’s sake.”
Fast and scared, they all left the room without saying a word.
“Now listen to me son. You may have some of the best qualifications we ever had by a single student in this campus, and many people will probably envy you for that, but, as you might understand, you come here to learn in a particular way and do things in a particular way, following the rules of the campus, and not to mess around. Now do you understand, boy?”
Slow and sincerely, Richard explained the whole situation to him including the smallest details, and finally Mr Candles seemed to understand as well.
“Hmm. Ok. I’ll accept your excuses this time if and only if you prove that is true. I like the way you talk, you’re honest and I like honest people. You’ll have to finish your experiment in less than a week under Miss Fawns’ supervision. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“It’s nothing personal, boy, but we have rules and certain discipline in this campus and everybody must learn to accept it in order to end up their careers and in order to be somebody, even so-called geniuses. Got that?”
“Of course, Mr Candles. My experiment will be finished quiet soon. I only need a few more days. Maybe a week.”
As Richard left his office, Mr Candles smiled and laughed.
“Non-contaminated crap. Ha ha.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Five days passed by and he couldn’t find the proper mix for his formula. He needed inspiration. Anytime he went outside his room, he looked everywhere in case James was around trying to kill him, as he promised.
In three more days, the party of the year would take place and he didn’t have any nice suit to offer to any of the young ladies he was dreaming of.
He wanted to wear a non-standard dress, anything that no one else would think of wearing it.
He took a walk around Oxford looking for clothing shops. He stared closely at how other people was dressed. As he passed the Magdalene Bridge, on his way to the city centre, there was a crowd of foreign students from Japan. They all probably came from the same school, as they all wore the same t-shirts. Oxford is a city for students, and so many people spend a few months now and then go back to their countries of origin and some new people come by then and so on. As is always a busy place, Richard had more and more wearing to look around as he walked.
“Ok.” He thought. “We have the typical classical black suit with a short tie and a white shirt. No, that’s too snob and depressing. Then we have the…”
On a side there was an old man who stink whisky strongly.
By the way he looked; he had probably started drinking when he was a teenager, far too long to stop doing it now. Many people in the street were laughing at him. When he walked, he did so very slowly and always falling over his right leg with each step, not so because he was limping, but because he could barely watch a full view of the street as he tried to walk, and that made him loose the balance. Such level of drunkenness he had. As he approached Richard a girl behind him imitated his movements and he made a gesture with his hand to show he didn’t care for their disrespect ness.
As the man approached Richard, he put a man on his shoulder.
“Do you have some change, please?” he said in a very intelligible way.
Richard stopped for a moment and looked at him closely, from head to feet.
He was wearing a long green jacket, old enough to be his grandpa’s, but really elegant in a way though; it had nice ornaments all over the buttons and on the sleeves, resembling something between tails and a sort of mariachi suit, Richard thought.
Still, it was rotten dirty, old and broken all alongside.
“Yes, sure I have.” He answered, and he gave him some coins he had and then asked him about the jacket.
“Oh. This one?” the drunken man said laughing ironically as it was probably the only one he had. “Well, somebody gave it to me from that charity shop over there a couple of months ago, mate.” The drunken looked at him suspiciously. What interest could some young man like Richard have on an old jacket belonging to a drunken man after all? “Now you aren’t going to nick it off me, are ya?”
“No. Listen to me, please. Would you sell me the jacket?”
The drunken man looked at the bottle he had on his other hand as if maybe he had drunk too much or something.
“Well I don’t know from which planet have you just landed, young man, but let me tell you something, mate. We have to do almost anything to get some money nowadays, young man, so we have a deal I say.”
After he bought the jacket, Richard took it and went back to the uni with it.
As he was getting inside some students felt the intense odours of the street coming from the jacket, and laughed at him.
“Look over there. That boy collects crap and old jackets. Why don’t you study in the street, with your homeless friends?” They all said at him, laughing.
He didn’t seem to take notice of it, though.
“I need something that’ll give me a source of inspiration to complete the experiment as I was so depressed last week. He thought to himself. That party was going to be it. He didn’t know what he was about to confront there yet, but he decided to take the risk. Meanwhile, there were some rumours about James spread all through the campus.
At first his classmates laughed when they watched the film with the farmers and him and so, but after a couple of days, he seemed to have vanished from the campus. He didn’t attend any of the classes and nobody seemed to know anything about him.

The funny situation that explains the whole issue concerning his disappearance states:

James was in his room while his girlfriend looked at him, horrified and crying.
James’s face looked much darker than usual, as he was a very white-skinned boy, but on top of that, something incredible and weird had happened to him.
His left ear had overgrown in size for no reason at all and now it looked about one and a half times bigger than the other one, which remained at its standard size.
The funny thing about it was that he had an earring which also remained at its normal size on his bigger ear, and now it looked really small and tight and stacked at his new ear.
“This is terrible. I can’t stand it!” his girlfriend shouted.
“Don’t shout at me like that, do you also want me to get deaf from a giant ear on top of my disgrace or what? This ear is very sensitive right now for some reason.”
When they left his room, the student’s response didn’t improve his situation at all.
“Ha, ha. Morning, Dumbo. Can you hear me?” said one.
“Don’t turn your head so fast, buddy, my coffee is getting colder. Ha ha.” Another one said. In that moment, Mr Candles came around.
“What’s happening here?” he asked.
He lifted his hand to his head but let it suspended for a few seconds when it was half the way through and looked at James astonished.
“What on earth happened to your ear, farmer?” Everyone laughed.
“Is this a new fashion now, one ear bigger than the other? How’d you did that?”
“Yeah, that’s very funny. I need to see a doctor, boss, and quick.”
“Oh, sorry, James, you’re right. Let’s go. Mel, could you call Miss Brooks? Quick, is an emergency!”
Miss Brooks was a terrible nurse, but most male students liked her as she was young, pretty, single, innocent; and all that sort of stuff young fellas wanted from a woman to have, she had it double size.
“Ouch. What a horrible thing to happen to a young and strong boy like you. Let’s make an x-ray of your ear straight away. Maybe there’s something inside. How did it happen?”
She said all this in a very slow and polite manner, almost treating him as a spoiled boy, but she used to do that to everyone, and James’ girlfriend was there trying to defend her territory.
“Listen carefully, baby doll. If James wants somebody to sleep with, that’s me. Get your hands off him if you don’t want some serious trouble with me. Do you understand what I mean?” She said.
“Look, I’m sorry if it looked something that it wasn’t, I was only trying to be polite. I thought he must be suffering a lot right now and the first thing he needed was some good care. I never meant to put it that way. Please do understand that you made a mistake here, I’m sorry to say, darling.” Miss Brooks answered.
“Don’t you dare to call me darling, girl, and let me tell you that the only person who made a mistake here was you, if you think you are going to earn my respect by talking polite to me.”
While both girls were busy fighting each other, James put his right hand over the bigger ear he had covering it, and yelled in extreme agony.
“Would you both please shut up? This is hurting a lot and I can’t. Ah…”
At that precise moment, James’ bigger ear went back to its normal size, suddenly and without expectation. Everybody was looking at them completely lost by now.
“Oh, thank God!” He shouted, when suddenly his nose turned half his original size and his upper teeth grew slightly bigger as sudden and unexpected as when his ear went big. The situation turned from bad to worse and there was no possible explanation to figure out a way to resolve the issue.
“Ahh! This must have something to do with that guy and his crap inventions. I’ll find you, asshole!” he shouted running fast on his way to Richard’s room while the students laughed at him again.
“Hey you big rat, go back to the lab, we didn’t finish the experiment yet. Ha ha!”
“Hey guys the Joker is panicking the students throughout the uni, but don’t you worry, our hero is here to help us, Ratman.”
James couldn’t be any angrier by now. On his way to Richard’s room, a few teachers stopped him and grabbed him by his hand. Shortly afterwards they sent him back to Miss Brooks’ clinic.
Meanwhile, Richard was finishing his new dress for the party; he was working hard for a whole day and made the perfect suit by now, something that no one else would be wearing. That’s for sure. “Now I can carry on doing the experiment.” He thought when somebody knocked at his door.
It was Miss Fawns, his teacher and his tutor by now.
As she went into the room, she stopped for a minute and looked at the decoration. Despite his natural talent and the “innocent introverted loony boy” fame he was earning within the uni, he was even crazier when he was creative. The walls in his room were completely full of weird photos of funny situations that he probably made throughout his life. In all, he put it all together as an artistic collage resembling Andy Warhol’s Pop-art but from the eighties. For a person without a big sense for humour and art, it would be meaningless, but Miss Fawns was really impressed by now, since she was a very crazy woman in her spare time and that sort of environment made her feel a bit younger again. In just a few seconds, she had a reaction in her head and came back to reality. She was determined to talk to him by now about what had happened.
“Ok. Listen to me Richard I don’t know about the whole thing you made up here, but you are going to have to put it together right now and explain to me what exactly did you mix for your liquid, because you are in deep trouble by now and I can only help you if you and I work together in this. I won’t argue that you are one of the best students we ever had studying here and by the way I love the way you put things together especially your sense of art, boy I really feel comfy in your room, but hey I am your tutor and need your report immediately, do you understand love?”
The whole idea of having Miss Fawns inside his room was simply non existent for Richard, so whatever happened from now on, he thought to himself, I must let her feel happy here.
“Ok Miss Fawns. The thing is…” and he explained the whole thing all over again in order to let her know what was going on. When she saw the different elements he was using there, she said:
“Hold on a moment, Richard. You couldn’t possibly mix (potassium chloride with nitrated calcium) and had it mixed with such a strong agent as cow’s excrement. That’s simply not possible, since those four elements can’t be mixed together without generating a tremendous reaction never seen before. Tell me you hadn’t gone that far, boy, please.”
“Well…” Richard was really scared, as he knew that this would be curtains for him.
“Oh this is amazing Richard. You didn’t only break the rules of chemistry at your own will, you also made up something up that could…”
Richard never felt so much fear since he discovered Saint Nicholas was just a fake. What would be next? They would probably fire him from the university. What the hell would happen with that experiment? Of course next Mondays’ party wasn’t even arguable now, not even thinking on Miss Fawns’ legs anymore. What would she say next? “This would put me behind bars for the rest of my life; I shouldn’t have gone so far.” He thought. Miss Fawns continued speaking like she went mad. “What did you say the original purpose of your experiment was?”
“I-I-I wanted to make that crap a non contaminated substance.” He said with fear.
“Oh. Well don’t mind that.” Miss Fawns changed the tone of her voice and looked more relaxed now and thoughtfully. “At least you’re trying something good for the progress of Mother Nature.”
Richard couldn’t understand anything. As he was expecting the worst punishment of his life, his tutor went mad. How could he ever get out of this one?
“Ok. I don’t know what the final result of your experiment is right now, kiddo. But we have to find out.” She looked much more calmed by now.
“You are not angry with me or anything? This is really annoying me.” She had a glance at him and smiled.
“I am your teacher Richard. Moreover, I am your tutor right now, especially in this your assignment. As a Doctor I really shouldn’t allow you to take things this far and we don’t even know what you have here yet, but presumably is something dangerous, as Mr Candles said. Mr Candles is a much exaggerated person who doesn’t know much about science as about finances anyway. However, most of the greatest discoveries and inventions in science, they have been made accidentally, and I am a very romantic person I must say Richard and let’s say I believe in you as a scientist here and now. I trusted you since the very first day I saw you taking notes in class. I am one of those persons who trust my instincts more than my intellect, you see? And you are lucky enough to have me on your side. I hope you understand that all this I am telling you will not interfere in our relation teacher-student. Between you and me, as soon as anybody stays on our way, I am going to be the person that you always knew, your tutor, and I will behave as such. But I really support the courage you had in trying to do this experiment, as you have tried to break those rules I told you, even if it was by pure accident. You see, don’t matter HOW, it matter WHAT you do, and you are very good at that my boy. I don’t want you to think of me as something I am not. I am a doctor as I said and I am going to assume responsibilities in this issue from now on, so between you and me, we are going to carry on working on this in secret ok? Nothing that we work on from now on goes out of this room. Understood?”
Richard was so impressed by Miss Fawns’ colloquial speech, that he didn’t know what to say. She was supporting him, and she was good, she was really good, a doctor in chemistry trusting him. He must have been a real genius after all.
“I think so Miss Fawns. Thanks a lot. But now please tell me what’s going to be my situation in respect of the uni at this stage. What happened out there so far? Is it because of James? I didn’t go out of the room in days fearing that he would try to kill me. He spread the liquid in his face.”
“Oh my God now that is what a call a bad situation. So that’s why Mr Candles is so angry right now. Let’s go and see what happened. No, you stay here let me deal it by myself first. Boy have you got good taste!” She said while looking around at the room again.
She left the room with a happy smile that became a surprised face as soon as she was out, just in case someone saw her.
Richard couldn’t believe what had happened. Miss Fawns was really crazy. But hang on, wasn’t he as well? That made them even.
Mr Candles called a meeting with all the teachers and members of the staff at the canteen, included Miss Fawns, because Miss Brooks couldn’t find anything unusual concerning James’ situation. It was a mysterious thing that his ear, nose and teeth had apparently mutated somehow for no reason. As they were all reunited, some carpenters were working outside the canteen.
“Ok. This is what happens now.” Mr Candles spoke.
“One of our students, Mr Richard Chester, made an experiment with a weird objective that I shouldn’t name because of its funny origin. Somehow this experiment fell over the face of another of our students, Mr James Derringer, who now has a big illness that our nurse, Miss Brooks can’t apparently cure. Well not exactly an illness, it’s…oh would you please stop it?” All the teachers looked at each other confused and scared without saying a word.
There were two persons on each side of Mr Candles’. They were Mr Smith, a maths teacher, at his right; and Mrs Broslofsky, who worked as a kitchen porter in the canteen. She didn’t speak very fluent English as she arrived from Poland a few months earlier and couldn’t understand a single thing of what was happening, especially why they were all reunited at that precise moment. Both Mr Smith and Mrs Broslofsky knew Mr Candles enough to know that any time he was shouting somebody was going to be blamed for doing something wrong. They were both trembling and anticipating a bad situation at the very moment those six words went out of Mr Candles’ mouth.
“I said please stop it. Can’t you see we are having a meeting?” Mr Candles shouted loud and so the carpenters could hear him.
A big effort for a short response is what he had. The carpenters didn’t seem to hear him and they carried on by doing their duties while they sang “Close to you”.
Mr Candles couldn’t be any angrier now. He put a hand on his face and looked slowly at every single person sat at the table until he tried to calm down a bit and spoke to the first person at hand closer to him. That happened to be Mrs Broslofsky.
“Could you please go to the window and explain to those workers outside that we are dealing with something important here and we need complete silence, please?”
Mrs Broslofsky turned red and worked on different strange gestures to show him she couldn’t understand a single word, although he didn’t seem to understand her that way.
“What the hell are you doing laughing at me like a clown? Do you think this situation is not complicated enough?”
One of the teachers, Miss Fawns, explained to Mr Candles that she was a new worker there, she was polish and she didn’t understand the English language very well and all that.
“Oh in that case, I am sorry, Mrs…doesn’t matter anyway please do accept my apologies. We are dealing a tough situation and this doesn’t help the matter. I’ll speak to them myself.”
Mrs Broslofsky looked all around confused and looked at everyone while lifting her shoulders and bend over her head smiling politely, as showing she was sorry for not understanding what was going on. Everyone laughed. She laughed too. Mr Candles went to the window and spoke to the carpenters. “Could you please stop working for half an hour? We are having a serious meeting right now and we need a bit of silence. Please.”
“Oh sure, Sir. Let’s go and have a break.” They said to each other while leaving slowly.
“Now!” Mr Candles shouted. And they run away off the place.
“Ok and now let’s carry on before anything will interrupt us again. As I was saying, this student had one of the ears bigger than the other, then it was normal size again, and shortly afterwards his nose became smaller.”
Every member of the staff started to laugh, which made Mrs Broslofsky laugh too, although she didn’t know what of.
“Ok I was laughing too the first time I saw it, but the thing had gone too far, and we are going to have to deal with a clinic from outside of the campus.”
The bells rang. It was the fire alarm.
“Ok, everybody out! You all know the procedures.” Said Mr Clouds.
Mrs Broslofsky was patiently waiting for the lunch break for hours, and, as she heard the bells ringing, she thought maybe that was it. She saw everyone leaving the room and looked at Mr Candles while doing a gesture of putting some fingers in his mouth.
“No Mrs Broslofsky, this is no time to eat, follow the others quickly.” He showed her where to go, and as he went out, Miss Fawns said to him:
“Could I talked to you privately a minute, please?”
“This isn’t a very good moment Miss Fawns. What can we do about it?”
“I know this is a tough situation, but we can’t go nuts about it. We need to stay calmed and think before to make the situation to be worse. I haven’t seen James yet and as such, I couldn’t tell if what happen to him is due to Richard’s experiment or not, but if we go now and intern James in a clinic, that’ll be a really bad reputation for this university from now on, needless to say that if this thing really go any worse, that’ll be curtains for us all.
However, if as you said, James had that trouble with his ear, however big, but after a while return to its normal size for no reason, maybe we are doing a big deal on something that, although extremely weird, shouldn’t have to be a rather extreme complication necessarily. Do you catch me?”
Miss Fawns knew how men think very well, which helped her to persuaded them in tough situations, especially to Mr Candles, who could be really angry and violent at certain moments, but would become quiet as a tortoise if she was leading him to be it, and she knew his weaker points very well…
“So what do you suggest we shall do?”
“Let me handle it. I am Richards’ tutor right now. We don’t even know what was mixed in his experiment, maybe there’s nothing to worry about, let’s see. Whatever it is, it will be under my control. However, please allow me to check James first to see what’s really going on. You never had a very good taste on choosing specialists. Miss Brooks isn’t even a real nurse and you know it. But it’s up to you whether you keep her in the clinic or not. That’s not my business, but if we can do something to help our reputation here before this goes any further…”
There were many things going on at that moment, one of them, which Miss Fawns didn’t happen to know, what’s that Miss Brooks was Mr Candles’ whim and he was trying to seduce her by all means.

TO BE CONTINUED…

QUE OCURRE EN ESTA DIMENSION? BY EL SIDI CAMPEADOR

Que ocurre en esta dimension?, by el sidi campeador 2000.

La gente permanece parada mientras la Tierra gira alrededor del sol con una velocidad tan rapida que si frenara de golpe saldriamos disparados hacia el espacio exterior.

La mayoria de los paises del mundo preparan la Guerra nuclear entre si, y la gente se excita.

Las guerras parecen montadas para mantener a la gente activa.
Tienen que decirnos que el fin del mundo se acerca y que vamos a morir para que movamos el culo, mientras tanto hacemos oidos sordos.

Esta es la sociedad que la gente parece querer:
Tv, internet, fama, dinero y unos medios de comunicacion tan avanzados que ya no necesites comunicarte con los demas cara a cara, total la comunicacion entre la raza humana hace tiempo que no fluye bien, mejor hablamos desde una pantalla.

Miedo a conocer lo desconocido y desconocimiento de lo conocido. Da miedo.

Queremos descubrir lo ajeno al planeta y no llegamos a descubrir los tesoros que tenemos aqui.

Tenemos que parecer en imagen y semejanza a la sociedad en la que vivimos. No hay otra.

No parecemos creer en los gobiernos, pero nos gusta el camino facil y, cuando las cosas vienen feas, buscamos un cabeza de turco, un lider para relajar los animos y luchar por lo que nosotros no queremos o no nos atrevemos, y mientras tanto, seguimos de audiencia, que lo resuelvan otros, ese no es nuestro trabajo.

Al final sabemos que nos hemos enganado con ese cabeza de turco, que al final provocara nuestra propia destruccion, y nos da igual porque en el fondo queremos eso.

Las ovejas sin pastor hoy no comen. Y en esa metafora, somos las ovejas.

Aun queda gente que lucha contra este oportunismo barato y voy a juntarla a toda, aunque tenga que ir viajando por el mundo, pais por pais buscandola.

Y creedme si os digo que voy a jugar a vuestro propio juego.
Esta es la era de los virus, y el caballo de troya quiere galopar de nuevo.
Vamos a devolver el poder a los que se los merecen por una vez en la vida.

Vais a ver lo que voy a crear con esas modas ya lo vereis. Se acabo de tergiversar la realidad.

Contra la informacion, desinformacion. Vamos a jugar un poco a la Guerra de las guerras, y esta no tendra origen fisico, sino mental.

Ciudadano terrorista, coge el mando y lucha por la supervivencia. Basta de enganos. El mundo debe de saber la verdad. Pasen y vean.

TEORIA ESPACIO TIEMPO BY EL SIDI CAMPEADOR

Teoria sobre el espacio y el tiempo, by el Sidi Campeador.

Quizas antes del big bang el espacio ya existia, y podia estar vacio.

Cuando la materia se extendiera despues del big bang, el espacio se llenaria, pero de hecho no hay razones por la cual no pudiera existir antes de esta forma, lo cual desbarataria la teoria de Einstein, me explicare:

Nadie puede probar lo que ocurrio inmediatamente antes del big bang, y sin embargo los cientificos aseguran que este existio.

Imaginemos que antes del big bang todo era calma, la nada, inimaginable, ni movimiento, ni materia, ni nada, pero aunque no hubiera tiempo al no haber ni movimiento ni materia, quien nos dice que no pudiera haber espacio?

El tiempo es inconcebible sin espacio, pero, y el espacio sin tiempo?

El tiempo se podria haber formada a partir del big bang, (antes del big bang no hay movimiento, y, therefore, no hay tiempo tal como lo conocemos, ya que estos son inseparables segun Einstein.)

Pero a la hora de expansion de las moleculas, la materia, etc, despues del big bang, hay movimiento (expansion), y therefore, tiempo tambien.

A lo mejor dormimos (forzamos un no-movimiento en nuestro cuerpo) as a resemblance of the singularity in the big bang theory (cuando no habia movimiento), y el resto del dia (andamos, comemos, etc = movimiento) es una resemblance de la expansion del universo acumulada geneticamente desde nuestros mas antiguos ancestros, que serian las primeras moleculas del big bang, nuestros verdaderos padres.

Por que no? A fin de cuentas las tres cuartas partes de lo que conocemos del universo esta basado en teorias, no hay nada probado. Esta teoria prueba pasar leyes cientificas, pero tambien intenta meterlas dentro de un contexto moral humano.

FENOMENO SOCIAL BY EL SIDI CAMPEADOR

EL SIDI CAMPEADOR PRODUCTIONS.

Este texto lo escribi hace bastante tiempo, antes de conocer las aplicaciones de Korzybski y la semantica general.

El lenguaje utilizado en el, filosofico y banal, como yo lo veo ahora, solamente indica una vision del mundo por El Sidi Campeador que lo escribio en el 2000, diferente al Sidi Campeador que escribe esto ahora, el del 2006.

Aun asi, leyendolo ahora de nuevo me he dado cuenta que quizas ya tenia una idea de aquella del camino que buscaba.

Aunque en el momento de escribir este texto no tenia muy clara mi vision del mundo, (aun trataba de enfocar algun objetivo), se ven indicios parecidos a la vision que ahora entiendo como erronea de entender las cosas no por sus dimensiones reales, sino por otras equivocadas, cuando en realidad la identidad de las palabras con respecto a las cosas tiene una representacion puramente simbolica.

Ahora se que las palabras son solo una referencia, no podemos usarlas como identidad pura para las cosas que con ellas se designan porque las propiedades de las cosas se acomplejan lo suficiente de por si como para simplificarlas asi.

LAS COSAS NO SON LAS PALABRAS QUE LAS DESIGNAN. SON MUCHO MAS. EL MAPA NO ES EL TERRITORIO REAL.

No obstante algo me llama la atencion del texto. Aunque aun no tenia consciencia (no creo recordarlo asi) de abstraer, en el texto cito algo referente a que “las palabras se las lleva el viento”, que, aunque metaforico, da a entender que tenia algo de conciencia del valor real de las cosas y de que las palabras nunca podrian definirlas en su totalidad, sino que nuestro yo interior le daria esa identidad, y si abstrajeramos una identidad distinta a la real en nuestro exterior, nos causaria una psicosis, ya que el objetivo principal para poder entender nuestro fin en este planeta estriba en poder vivir igual dentro (los pensamientos que abstraemos) que fuera (nuestro medio).

Por supuesto he usado el lenguaje standard para escribir el citado documento, y no el primo, que omite el verbo -ser- totalmente para acostumbrarse a no crear falsas identidades, del que entonces no habia ni oido nombrar en el 2000. Este preambulo si lo he escrito en lenguaje primo.

Ya sin mas preambulos, os dejo con el documento en cuestion.


FENOMENO SOCIAL, BY EL SIDI CAMPEADOR 2000.

La vida es una lucha continua para encontrar la verdad de las cosas.

La verdad no es ni totalitaria ni puede ser percibida como real en el mundo en que vivimos, ya que simplemente se refiere a la pureza, a la esencia misma de las cosas, y eso seria tan profundo para un ser humano que ha creado un nucleo social opuesto a la idea de percibir las cosas tal y como son, tal y como vienen, que nos aterraria tanto o mas que la misma idea que tenemos de la muerte.

De hecho tendriamos que salir de la condicion humana actual y verlo desde fuera, simplemente como entes y no como parte de un rebano en el cual las cosas tienen nombres y etiquetas falsas para no ver la pureza de las cosas que siempre ha estado en ellas, pero no hemos podido ver o apreciar directamente porque nunca hemos tenido libertad individual (valor) para hacerlo directamente sin usar palabras, sino actos.

De todas maneras para llegar a un entendimiento comun en esta material hace falta entender el significado de ciertas palabras en ciertos contextos (las palabras se las lleva el viento), y ni siquiera el que tiene potestad en la transmision de semejante evento a las masas (cosa que por otro lado es impositivo y por lo tanto erroneo si queremos mantener la libertad del individuo), nunca podria llegar a tener claro el sujeto en cuestion, ya que lo tendria que transmitir con palabras, y nada puede ser impuesto por ellas, ya que su mismo uso contradice la esencia de lo que se quiere transmitir.

La transicion es infinita y no puede ser vista ni reconocida por ojos ciegos, pero su mantenimiento consiste en ser parte de la misma y no en hablar o idealizar sobre ella, como hago yo ahora mismo.

El problema es que lo que el ser humano llama o describe como evolucion es un mundo de fantasia, a veces impuesto en la realidad en que vivimos (artificial o humana, las dos palabras adquieren el mismo valor para este contexto), para no tener que afrontar la esencia pura del mundo real, que no puede ser incluida en el “fenomeno social”.

Esa realidad “impuesta” (dentro de otra que ya existia, la real), es la que ha permitido al ser humano la famosa evolucion en la que el ser humano se define a si mismo como superior en posibilidades de evolucion a todas las cosas, aunque erroneamente mal definido a traves de palabras sin abstractas sin valor definido como “dios”, “lider”, “guia”, “padre”, “jefe”, “dueno”, “presidente”, “rey”, “papa”, “ejecutivo”, “politico”.,
E imponiendo que las cosas son asi porque deben ser asi y siempre han sido y seran asi.

Todas las cosas tienen un por que y existen por algo que no necesariamente es impuesto como pensamos (es bastante mas complicado y nuestro cerebro por mas santo y sagrado que sea no da para tanto en estos momentos de infancia en nuestra evolucion).

El ser humano es la esencia mas pura del egocentrismo, que es lo que le permite tener raciocinio y ser diferente al resto de los animals, ademas de poseer una habilidad nata de transformar cosas naturales en artificiales solo para nuestro propio beneficio (a fin de cuentas somos dioses superiores, por que no apuntarnos ese gol artificial con orgullo y devocion?)

Solo mediante la libertad total individual fuera del contexto actual humano podriamos apreciar la verdad esencial de las cosas, y de hacerlo seguramente nos asustariamos tanto que prefeririamos no haberlo hecho.

Esa es la evolucion artificial del ser humano y su mundo industrial, filosofico y consumista.

Perder el tiempo para no ver que existe, acortar las distancias para no ver sus verdaderas dimensiones y someternos, en resumen, a esta jaula de posibilidades finitas de la que es imposible salir por miedo y en la que solo vemos y notamos lo que queremos o consideramos esencial individualmente, y no la totalidad de lo que percibimos, para asi querer tener siempre la razon, usar el raciocinio y no equivocarnos.

Por supuesto todo esto esta escrito ironicamente y hacienda uso de la mayor variedad de sarcasmos posibles ya que, la unica manera de transmitir la esencia que de este escrito el escritor quisiera exponer, es con palabras, y las palabras son insuficientes para transmitir algo en su totalidad, que es mejor llenarlas de sarcasmos para no aburrir al lector.

El Sidi Campeador 2000.

la cancion del arbol..(Ricardo)

Fotografia en el set improvisado que montamos en el comedor de mi casa para grabar con el kit de reflecmedia las tomas de estudio de la cancion del arbol....El video proximamente.

EL HOMBRE DE UTOPIA, EL SIDI CAMPEADOR

THE MAN FROM UTOPIA, BY EL SIDI CAMPEADOR

CAPITULO 1- EL CABALLO DE TROYA

Doce dias transcurrieron lloviendo sin descanso.
Todas las calles, desde el centro hasta las afueras estaban totalmente encharcadas, pero ella seguia salpicando los charcos de la ciudad con sus tremendos tacones de quince centimetros en un ritmo de cuatro por cuatro al compas de las gotas que caian, mientras estas le mojaban lentamente la cara, desde el pelo hasta la barbilla.
Y, en respuesta, con sus labios diminutos, ella empezo a silbar suavemente la melodia que aqui relato...

Algunas personas la miraban con indiferencia al pasar a su lado. Otras, sin embargo, se paraban a escuchar las notas que, tan simples como intensas, comenzaban a salir de su boca para expandirse lentamente entre la suave brisa que la acompanaba, cuando, de pronto, un aullido extremadamente agudo, con continuos altibajos, como si un lobo estuviera quedandose afonico, hizo sembrar el panico entre la gente que alli habia.

Cuatro hombres se bajaron del coche y se acercaron a la muchacha con cara de pocos amigos.

“Es usted Marta Rivas de Sosa?”
“Si.” Respondio ella.
“Pues haga el favor de acompanarnos, por favor.”
La agarraron fuertemente de los brazos para inmovilizarla, y la metieron en su coche.

“De que se me acusa? Yo no he hecho nada.” Dijo Marta.
“No te vamos a acusar de nada. No somos policias de verdad, somos artistas.
Aqui, el comisario Genaro, ahi donde le ves, es contrabajista. El sargento Vicente es actor, se dedica al cine y al teatro, deberia verle haciendo la croqueta por el suelo. Luis pinta cuadros, y yo, yo...digamos que soy el director de esta pequena orquesta.”
“Alguien va a explicarme de una vez que demonios esta ocurriendo aqui?” Dijo ella.
“Todo a su debido momento. Hasta que lleguemos a un lugar seguro, es mejor ni hablar, porque puede haber micros conectados por el coche y a lo mejor alguien escucha al otro lado.” Dijo Genaro.

“Pero, quien va a querer espiar a una orquesta?” Dijo ella.
“Paciencia, querida amiga” dijo Genaro, mirando de reojo el retrovisor del auto policial. Despues de dos largas horas, los cinco personajes bajaron del coche y se dispusieron a andar, por lo que aparentaba ser un suburbio a las afueras de la ciudad.

“Bien, y ahora, viene la explicacion.” Hablo Luis.
“Te has preguntado alguna vez por que en general la gente ve, huele, siente, toca, escucha y come lo que se les pide entre mensajes subliminales en la propaganda?
Esto que te voy a decir te parecera increible, pero cualquier producto que anuncien en la TV se queda grabado en tu subconsciente de por vida desde el momento en que lo ves por vez primera.”

“Despues, con el tiempo, vuelve a tu memoria y lo recuerdas cuando menos te lo esperas.
Toda esa industrializacion del comercio esta afectando a todos los sectores: la naturaleza la estamos devorando, los animales, las plantas, nuestro entorno entero...El ser humano se esta transportando a la autodestruccion.
Nosotros somos musicos, la mayoria. Estamos creando una melodia maestra que le recuerde a la gente que tenemos que mejorar dia a dia las cosas y expandir la creatividad en vez de enbobarnos todos viendo anuncios durante horas.

Tu trabajas con la propaganda. Si nos ayudas, una vez que todos conozcan la melodia, podriamos dar el mensaje subliminal de que la propaganda nos esta enganando a todos.
Nosotros nos encargaremos de expandirla suavemente. Una melodia suave, armoniosa, pegadiza, que pueda llegar a todos. Entonces, el ser humano, por si solo, podra vencer esta nube negra, que se formo como una moda. Pues digamos que nosotros crearemos una ANTI-MODA.”

“Pero, como expandireis la melodia?”Pregunto ella.
“Tu ya sabes la respuesta a esa pregunta. Venias cantando la melodia por la calle cuando te encontramos.” Dijo Genaro.
“Venga ya.” Dijo ella.
“Esa melodia la conoce todo el mundo que navega por...La red?”
“Exacto.” Dijo Genaro.

“Uno de los medios mas expandidos y mas faciles de manipular. Empezamos a grabarla y la metimos por internet hace cuatro meses. Todas las websites se volvieron locas con el sonido. A la semana, el 80% de la red puso la melodia en sus pantallas de presentacion de las websites. Ahora, la mayoria de ellas tiene la melodia incluida en la carta de presentacion. Y la cosa va a mas...”

“Y, por que la representacion de agentes policiales?”Pregunto Marta.
“Una compania de publicidad importante ha descubierto que estamos intentando algo contra el comercio. En este planeta, no puedes decir esa palabra, sin que ya sepan quien eres desde que la pronuncias. Pero aun no saben nada, ni siquiera lo de la red.
Si te hubieramos llevado a una de nuestras casas, o te lo hubieramos contado por la calle, seguramente nos habrian seguido facilmente. Pero, ahora en carnaval, todo el mundo se disfraza y, como policias, pasamos desapercibidos.”

“El coche esta pintado, pero, como sabiamos que anoche toda la gente saldria a emborracharse por las fiestas, se nos ocurrio hacerlo hoy temprano. Asi, nadie sospecharia nada, ni que el coche esta pintado, ni si realmente somos policias. Ahora, lavemos el coche, no sea que tengamos problemas con la policia de verdad. La aportacion esta en tus manos. Que dices, vas a ayudarnos o no?”
“Por supuesto” Dijo ella.

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