's cold.
And he came to college and stop me.
black bows.
But do not cry or go back.
not go back.
doors at my university.
black bows.
not go back.
"Good morning.
"Good.
"Good morning.
But do not cry or go back.
not go back.
"Good morning.
- How are you?
"Well. Thank you very much. And you?
"Okay. Thanks.
Thanks.
"How nice to see.
What fun. Flag at half
.
Good morning.
Glad to see you.
What fun.
Ramon and a boy of architecture are in that corner. Smoking.
And that Ramon says:
-Dla, Dle, DLU. Dla Dludl.
And both begin to speak: dla, dle, dlu, dludl dla. Sergio
Mou loose and see Ramon.
- Anybody speak Japanese?
But do not go back.
is noon.
I will celebrate twenty-five years.
And it could be anyone.
with cold feet, I go upstairs Classroom II.
With cold feet.
If something kept from my land, that is. I like hot food.
Unless, of course, that the serving dish is cold.
I would have brought the gray boots.
But that they serve you some tamales that promise much in the steam, and with the first bite to mix a little warm with something just as cold humid no.
Just do not. Serrano
hope has not arrived at her door.
So I understand very well when Tanya enters the hallway between the office Dr. Serrano, stops in front of me and says,
"I want a hot coffee.
"But that is hot-wield and frame.
"Yes," says Tanya. Hot.
- How are you?
"Please let me out.
I leave the building.
I have cold.
And it could be anyone. Crystal
lights a candle.
And another.
"Outside there are so many things," he says. Many.
But the wedding is about Rodolfo and away we go.
A Tampico.
is night.
we are.
We arrived at the hotel.
got off the car and, as in Oaxaca, we reached the hotel with name that scored Carlos but the reservation was made at another hotel.
The phone they gave us is of another hotel.
Anyway, I say. Rather stay here. Already know and it is already dark.
is the same hotel where we stayed for another wedding, remember?
There are so many things. So many
.
So here we stay. We stayed
.
give us a room on the first floor, at the height of the reception. But is very good because from the window I can see the Capital Square.
And I love the view. Mothers
hands in children and bags full. Men in suits heading to the office. Sellers. Transit. Tourists in shorts, as if it was cold.
It's cold, I realize, and cough.
And still I have cold feet.
And now the hands, nose.
and tourists in shorts.
I bring a towel on his head, to get my hair dry, and comfortable clothes. Miro
Zocalo. Paty and Sweet
come by that corner. Sounds
shot.
All the floor.
-La paranoia-you say. At the slightest noise.
But hear me: you're in the bathroom.
"Before a sound.
People will notice the false alarm is raised. Dulce and also raised Patricia. Return to their conversation follow. Back
is Selene.
Health.
She raises her eyes a little and nods, not convinced.
I keep wondering if she think me presumptuous.
In this I realize that there is a truckload of soldiers.
And the sound of a helicopter.
landing in the Zocalo. Nearby
.
the military.
The bus also stops outside the hotel and the soldiers down. Some are lost to my right and others are to the left. Look set to enter the hotel. Will someone
busando.
Others take cover in the main square, facing the hotel. So I hide behind a chair covered with any bullets. At the time you leave the bathroom and I tell you to throw to the floor.
Bring a professional video camera, so I add that you make sure you do not think that is a weapon because, in this national reality, in bed, the military who are out can be inside at any time.
A soldier is placed right in front of our window and I pointed.
"Drop the camera," I say and put their hands up so that you do.
They'll think we're reporters.
A guy comes up to me and tell him calmly think about things that maybe you're useful, and he throws a punch in the face that brings me to the floor.
do not understand.
But do not cry or go back.
I see how you submit the soldiers and take you out of the room.
Eyes out of their sockets.
clenched nails.
dry skin.
not take him.
No, please do not take him.
not separate us.
need to see him. I need to see.
red armchair. Paredes
brown.
clenched nails.
need to see him.
white curtains.
red armchair, cushion gray.
need to see him. Sign
another group of soldiers.
dry skin.
But I need to see it.
A soldier of the new group stepped forward, pointing and shooting my attacker and before the end of thinking that might come to save us, shoot me between the eyes and leads me to the floor.
Open to me.
Please let me out.
