Welcome to Mexico City
I would not have wanted that life
give me this story.
Héctor Abad Faciolince
One of the key social features of our Latin America is the huge gap of inequality. While the phenomenon lasts, society, and with it the state will maintain a constant instability. The remedy is ancient, but not easy to achieve: Aristotle warned, four centuries before our era, that for have a stable middle class requires extensive.
Taras Bulba Nikolai Gogol was the book for which I left home on Saturday October 2 2010. I thought about buying it on Friday afternoon to advance their reading over the weekend, but a series of delays on the day I was forced to postpone the purchase.
I took the bus shortly before two in the afternoon, I paid and walked the corridor. The only empty seat I saw was a window stuck in the back. I had to wake up to the passenger in the aisle seat to let me go (takes longer to settle down to him going back to sleep). The sun gave me straight in the face, the air coming in was freezing and the path-the-boring routine. I opened the bag and pulled out the book two weeks ago I finished ten pages, an anthology of short stories and prose poems of Oscar Wilde that Conaculta reissued late last year. I started reading the Ballad Margaret: "I'm tired of staying in the bush while the gentlemen gather in the marketplace. " Continue to discover, at the same time the protagonist of the poem, that Margaret, the beloved princess was dead. The poem ends on a bleak dialogue:
"Come, my son, lie down and let the dead bury their dead.
- Oh, mother, you know how truly loved her! O Mother, "one tomb is large enough for two?
The sun was really annoying and the following was Serenata: "The west wind blows furiously on the Aegean Sea ... bleak." Interrupted reading. Too deep breaths of the people who had to raise my attention. Without closing the book, looked at him askance. Then I understood. Down the hall a cry: "'ora yes, sons of bitches, mother earned all!" I wanted to do but turn the madrazo puzzled me in the face that woke my neighbor. The sound was dry. The man next to me just trying to know what happened, when two more were punched in the mouth. Another cry, I did not know where it came: "Take out money and mobile phones!"
In a brief moment, stared at the floor. Bent my glasses I looked between my tennis, the area that goes from my lower eyelid to cheek stung increasingly harder. Without raising money and cell di-face (both came in the same pocket.) "Give me your fucking jacket!" I heard my neighbor screaming at him while beating him.
stopped the bus and fell.
The move followed.
"You okay, pal?" I asked my neighbor, while he was spitting blood (and I discovered the "carnal" in my speech). It was evident that he was not. Anyway, nodded and asked a few minutes to stop.
The following moments were a flock of rumors, cries, tears, consolations, counts of stolen personal descriptions (only then learned that the assailants were armed) 'd and enough to realize that my right eyelid was swollen and sore. The sun no longer mattered. The eyes of my immediate perimeter were toward me. "Am I bleeding?" I asked, a lady across the aisle shook his head in denial. Thank goodness. Of the passengers, a seller of ice bon de younger than I, came and gave me one, "put it in the eye," he said.
I asked for a phone. The conductor of the truck gave me his (I have suspected him, but had no heart). He scored on Daniel, an office mate, we were to see us in between for both. I gathered my things from the floor, the open book I managed to read a line ("Take a faded sky blue dye vaguely) that considered an allusion to my face.
truck went down, I went to the agreed point. I waited long enough for the bon ice melts and taco salesman I donate another piece of ice. "I seen you, I would have said from before," he claimed.
especially in this city, traffic is the worst enemy of punctuality. Daniel finally arrived. Got in the car and took me to the Green Cross, near the offices Delegation of Venustiano Carranza. As always, the emergency waiting room was packed. I recorded with a bureaucratic parsimony and asked what will happen to the office of Dr. Gunter (if my parents had a penchant for Khalil Gibran, yours probably had it by Gunter Grass). We arrived at the office, which was too small for all who were there, Daniel stepped forward, "Dr. Gunter seek," "tell me" a skinny guy in a white coat and a pale film of Tim Burton. Again Daniel:
"What happens is that my friend stormed
- But come for medical or legal issues? "Interrupted the doctor missed something.
- Pardon?
"Yes, come to raise a complaint?
"No," said Daniel-hit my friend, also attacked him ... who are we to complain?
"I denounce the president, who said that his war on crime works.
The comment, perhaps because of the medical authority, reminded me that post Monterrey a published writer in blog, which indicated that for the second consecutive day (it was February then) the most popular words in twitter were Calderón murderer "to protest such violence that the President lapel."
reviewed Gunter hit me. "It seems to be serious," he said. I calmed a little. "However there have to take x-rays to make sure." I said where is the X-ray room Before me, in the row, was a young man with bare feet and a man who never took his hands for nothing belly.
"It was playing soccer?" I asked first, "no" he said, "I fell off a motorcycle." The wait took us over twenty minutes. "Since it took" said Daniel, "I think the doctor is at lunch time," said the guy with bare feet, "I already took while waiting." He kept waiting.
lamp on the radiograph indicated that everything was in place (at this point, the pain was gone). I was prescribed. "Continue to use ice on the swollen part and take care" Gunter said and continued, "how badly the city has been received in this way, just yesterday someone stole my wallet." Not that anyone asked, Daniel said, "has been here almost a year", "ah, then he had taken," replied the doctor.
So far, all the people who know about the range of purple hues in my eyelid, end up in common places (perhaps in an effort to comfort) as "already paid" or "but that it will go to those", etc.. I say that is not true.
Gibran López Domínguez
Authentic 
