That afternoon. Sometimes the man again recalls that evening and tries to unravel the events that occurred as if these could charge a different meaning. And never can go from the memories, as if her unconscious endeavor to erase important details. Just an outline: At this time, fresh from a voyage of discovery through South America, with 19 years, some look new personal relationships and a broader perspective of what could become your life if focused toward this or which direction, the young man he was, was engaged to earn a little money at home handing out food and sausage processing plant of the family of his friend.
His friend, actually more friend of his brother with him, but by the way the brothers shared their friends always ended up doing tours and activities as a group had come to the house that afternoon, on foot, as many times, prepared to take account of sales and orders waiting for some chicken and sausage that the boy had for that week. The friend, Daniel llamésmolo used to do home visits for different reasons. Sometimes just going to talk, to have lunch with them. Other times he stayed for dinner or a beer. Sometimes came up in his car, accompanied by armed men, because threats of kidnapping, apparently, were quite real.
Daniel was, you have to explain it, "a boy of singular personality and a story a bit difficult. Was an introvert. His father died when he was a child. His mother died a few years later, after marrying a second husband. Daniel, his sister and brother who was born the second marriage, were in the care of a stepfather who was more introverted than Daniel. He was a businessman quiet and very much given to conversation. In the big house the family had a little street in Monterrico, he spent most of the time in his bedroom, a dark room in the back of the house. It was very rare to come out to say hello or chat with their friends children. There was a very kind lady and elderly who handled the day to day home from lunch, the food. That woman was the one who made the mother, who served as intermediary between the employer and their children occupied. So
Daniel grew accustomed to a certain mandatory loneliness, dreams and ambitions that led him in different directions in life that he envisioned for his stepfather. Daniel wanted to be a special forces soldier. He liked guns and had developed some discipline with physical culture which had a muscle, endurance and agility that were rare among his schoolmates. In those days
Daniel was in love with a girl from school, but was gracious and kind, social, life was very different from that of Daniel. It was easy to foresee that their relationship would not last. It was easy to foresee that if the relationship did not last more who suffer from the breakdown would be Daniel. On the other hand, Daniel was strong and he liked guns. It would be a special forces soldier. Sleep in the jungle with his knife and his dog (which would have to sacrifice to eat, according to the legends of the training of special forces then ran among adolescents) an frustrated not preclude it from being successful and enjoy a full life doing what he loved. This was his fate and those who knew him would know that his friend would always be a little crazy but I would be faithful and I imagine jumping into a rescue or armed assault from the second floor of buildings (which I did regularly in college and in home). Everyone thought that Daniel would exceed the break and again be the same boy crazy forever.
why it is so strange to know that one afternoon, just turned 18, Daniel began to play with an old pistol of her grandfather and he shot himself. So the young man returns again and again his memories of that afternoon and try to sort the facts, remember the look depressed, the breath alcohol of his friend, his arrival the house, its silences, its claim to be well, his eye caught when the boy's father was a loaded gun and confiscated it, removed the bullets and put it on the fridge "No guns in my house," such time believing that had prevented the disaster: this was another way to proceed. The young man tries to remember a sign visible in the sky that evening which would have seemed so similar to many others. Any track that did not follow? Details "in which he did not notice? How urgent was the kind of school you had to arrive, which left his friend and his brother finished lunch yet? How urgent was that ice cream dessert for which his mother and sister left the house in the car, heading to the supermarket? How urgent was the job for which his father had to rush home, get in your car and give the young pull it through college? How urgent was the food that he ate his brother Daniel picked patiently while the tops of the refrigerator that gun-which is not produced from the Pacific War and so old that seemed harmless, and you put the bullets? How urgent the dishes were washed the service employee's home and prevented him from paying attention to Daniel wielding his weapon with danger? How urgent was the target that all who could foresee what was happening had to leave and leave himself, perhaps depressed, anxious, empty?
As much as the memories come back again that afternoon and all that appear are more questions.
His father had to take the route of the Beltway to get to the center of Lima so he could not take it to the University of Lima. That route did not suit the young, so I got the car two blocks away and decided it was easier to return to the house and turn it around the block to take a van on Avenida Javier Prado. In that span of five or ten minutes, the young man was walking towards the gate of his home, half of the track, when he heard a gunshot. The only thought was that "Daniel is playing with his gun." And then saw the door open and saw the boy out of the house service with the face of despair by saying something about a "disgrace." The young man ran into the house, not knowing what to expect, and saw Daniel falling to the ground with a recent hole in the forehead and the blood starting to sprout. He saw his brother paralyzed in his chair, with a soup spoon halfway to her mouth. The young do not know what to do. Remember having released a series of insults to Daniel for doing something so stupid like tripping. Remember that in the absence of cars at home because the mother was en route to the ice and the father on the way to downtown Lima, had to go to a neighbor's house, ring the doorbell and beg the neighbor who loaned her the car to take Daniel to the clinic. Remember the blood, the screams in the car so they awoke, the empty gaze of his friend, the arrival at the clinic Montefiori. Remember the arrival of the stepfather to the clinic, the suspicious look of men for their safety. Also remember
certain paralysis in the universe, some sluggishness in the way things happened that afternoon. Remember (or perhaps you imagine that now?) Thinking: "This is a disgrace." Although sure that all that afternoon and night was thinking it was impossible, because Daniel was the strongest of his friends and had only 18 and he played a soldier of special forces and was still a boy with a lot of world and way to go. Sure I thought "this is the nightmare." The next day you wake up and there's the good news, telling you everything was just a scare and that the world is upside down, Daniel is recovering.
few months ago, they had been. Daniel had been walking with them, a large group of friends on the streets without sidewalks Cieneguilla. A ramshackle truck had picked up, up and left lying beside the track. The young man had seen for a second lifeless eyes of Daniel. Saw cuts and scrapes after Daniel's body fell like a heavy bag on the floor. But a few days later, Daniel was out of danger. He smiled again, called "muchaaachos" as he liked. And next week he had left the hospital, again making jokes, laughing at the ridiculousness of their projects, fresh from trip to South America. And there was that the young man he came up to sell sausages and chicken, going on bike rides around the neighborhood: home service, much cheaper than the supermarket. It was his first business. Daniel had recovered from a terrible accident and nothing could happen to ruin your destination.
But the next morning, very early, his mother came to wake them up and when they opened their eyes, she did not know what to say: "Guys, have a friend unless ..."
What details have been passed, the man thinks that prevent him disassemble the puzzle after so many years, and reassemble it in a possible new dimension where the gun away, the target disappears and leaves Daniel the house after lunch, taken ice cream to the destination than expected, this life surrounded by loyal friends willing to enjoy their madness, proud to hear their heroic adventures?
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