We got much better frame of mind, with clarity of mind that gives the morning. We managed and after breakfast we set off towards the street Madrazo, determined to meet the mysterious Martina Massana ...
knew that street, one of my maiden aunts had bequeathed to my father several floors located there, but the truth is could not remember exactly how many vehicles were. I remember my father had rented and sometimes, when I was small, had gone with him in person to collect the rent.
"Follow me, I know how to go Madrazo street when she was little had been some Once my father said.
- Yes? And do you have any idea who can be that girl? - Rosa asked intrigued.
"Well the truth is that I said thoughtfully.
"Perhaps some familiar yours," said Rita.
- Massana? I do not know, not that I know ... How stupid I am! Massana put Massip ... Yes, you must be a family, it is very clear, "I said nervously.
As we were approaching this street I noticed that the bag, which had the pendant and the crackers if needed, began to give off heat. When I realized the heat was quite remarkable and I opened the bag to see what the hell it loose. On opening came a purple glow unbearable for our eyes. The pendant looked alive and it was he who issued that light in a kind of light ...
beat - But what is this - I scared.
I do not know, but it is impossible to look!, Close the bag! - Rita said covering his eyes with both hands.
closed the bag and we realized we were right in front of number you put on paper. Then, a click sounded in the bag, the heat was gone and opened it quickly to see what had happened. We found that besides the heat, the light was gone and then we saw that purple pearl pendant had opened up like an orange and she had left a tiny key.
"Mother, so every time you mess up more. What should open this key?, Is tiny, well, I've never seen a lock like that, I wonder.
"Me neither, really. It seems an earring or a pendant ... - said Rosa.
- "Again with the mysteries? I'm tired of mysteries Bring the biscuit tin!, Simply want to return to our time, I say ... - Rita said rushing to take the box of cookies I carried in my purse.
"Hey, well of course you're right, we want it, period, but how silly! Come and get it over with Now Who eats it? "I said looking at the cookies.
- For myself! Rita replied hastily. Then I went
crackers and was doubtful for a few seconds he did not know which to choose: a clover, not because it was a desire for personal goals, "a star, not because it was not a desire for money and what a heart? man, it was not a sentimental desire
-Watch ... I do not know what kind of desire is the one of me and that's every-
Rita ate a cookie in each and decided to wait to see the long awaited trip back to our time ... after several hours of waiting and tired of seeing nothing happened suggested move on to Plan B.
-Girl, has not worked, or at least not for now. What do you think if we split the floor of the direction of the paper and asked for such Martina? Surely it will help us, "I tried to keep his composure to not notice the disappointment at the possible failure of the cookies. We would not have crossed his mind that cookies may not be infallible.
"Look, I can not do more. We will do what you want, but please get that back, "said Rita desperate break to mourn. "Come Rita
not despair, maybe this time is that the cookies take a while to make its effect. You'll see how in all we see in our time ... - trying Rosa said comfort.
"Come on, do not waste time crying, get on and I said as if I had everything under control, when really I was also totally demoralized.
enter the building. The door was open but the keeper stopped us before we could put a foot on the stairway leading up to the floors.
- "Schheee, where do you think they will? - Said the concierge to face with a nasty temper.
"Look, look at Miss Martina Massana know who lives in this building," I said showing him the paper.
"Yes, here he lives, but I warn you that if you want to pester with that change of gas or phone company have come up with a bone hard nut to crack ... - he said, getting in front of us blocking the flow.
-This farm does not accept direct mail or commercial, so walking is gerund! - Let us as we accompanied the door with the intention of aviarnos without much contemplation.
"See, here is a mistake. We are not the gas company. I am family of this lady ... - I said waiting for his reaction.
"Well now that you mention ... are spitting ... excuse me, excuse me, we're very tired of this kind of advertising ... and as Miss Massana has told me not to wait any visit, usually always tells me before ... - he said apologetically very nervous.
"Do not worry, it's normal, we understand perfectly. Watch us go up, huh? - Said with butterflies in the stomach by the thrill of the unknown.
"Sure, go, go ... - said the elevator door opening ourselves with great servility and education. We
the floor in question and, breathe deeply several times to lower the stress state in which I was, pique the bell. After a brief moment steps were heard behind the door and a voice asked what we wanted ...
did not know that answer, so I told him I was looking at Miss Martina Massana Massip and thought we were family.
Then the door opened and in front of us ... I came along! My God, this girl was my spitting image, seemed twins!, With different hair and clothes but totally equal. Rosa, Rita, that girl and I could not help letting out a gasp in unison at this unexpected surprise. Observe
After awestruck for a moment that seemed like hours, and barely able to react said,
- Hello, you Martina Massana Massip? -
- Yes, and you ... who are you? - Totally amazed she said. "I am Minerva
Cadafalch Massip. I think we're family, but still do not know what relationship unites us ... "I said testing the waters.
- Minerva Massip Cadafalch? What?, Am I kidding? - Martina said more surprised if it fits.
"Well it is not my intention, no. Do you know who I am? I do not know you ... - I said nervously.
"Oh mother, I think I should not have drunk so much tea bulk Pakistani, I have hallucinations ... and the doctor told me that I must leave it was very exciting ... - Martina said, pinching his arm and then rubbing his eyes.
Rosa and Rita had not yet been able to close the mouth. The truth is that the resemblance was amazing, come on, we were like two drops of water, even had the same mole on the cheek ...
"Tell me, what I know," I asked impatiently.
"Let's see, I do not usually talk to hallucinations, but your name have to be the sister of my grandfather Joaquim, or does my aunt? - Martina said with an intonation of a question.
- Your aunt?, My brother's name is Joaquim ... and ... is your grandfather? - Article entirely incredulous.
- Yes, it is my grandfather! But ... let's see ... you, as always discussed in the family with some secrecy, disappeared New Year's Eve 1922 with two friends, Rose and Rita, as I recall they were called ... But what about those who wear dresses?, My God I'm delirious!, I'm like a real cop! I think they have come to see my aunt and her friends ... - said staring up and down like an apparition. The poor woman was totally distraught, not least the three of us were disjointed.
"Look, Martina, we need to talk, we have to tell you something that will cost you to believe ... - I said, trying to normalize the situation.
Martina After explaining to our incredible story we were all silent for a long time. Martina
after hearing this incredible story, no answer and we knew the truth, we did not know what else to say because this was the same again for us than for her.
then broke that uncomfortable silence Martina
"Look, these are cookies and hanging that were in the ...- box said taking hold of my bag the box of cookies, hanging and the small key that had gone pearl hanging from it.
- Go is beautiful! - Martina said taking the necklace in her hands.
"Yes, really beautiful and interesting ... look at what's left of the pearl that hangs from it, "I teach the tiny key.
- A key?, "In a pearl?, This is to loop the loop ... Do you have any idea where can it be? - Martina said in amazement.
"Well we have no idea, indeed, thought that you could give us a clue but I see that you are as lost as we gesture ...- Rosa said ruefully.
"I think that if you found in your home, you should be where is the tiny lock. Have you looked at the winery or in the rooms to see if any cash, jewelry, window or whatever!, What has a lock of this size? - Martina asked us.
"No, we have not looked. We came here thinking we could directly help ...- I replied.
"Well I can not imagine how, but I am going to help all you can, do not hesitate," added Martina with a warm smile.
- Have you tried cookies?, Do they work? - He asked.
- I bet it works! My God, a crock fell in love with me and then kill him ... - Rita said, still horrified by the events.
- Have you killed anyone?, I do not want any trouble!, One thing is to help you and quite another to end up in jail as an accomplice to a criminal! - Martina said angrily.
-Nooo, quiet, have not killed anyone, at least, not in our hands, cookies were trying to reassure ...- Martina said.
- Cookies Killer? Yes, of course, and if I eat some donuts what will happen?, "I am going to descuajeringar? You are like a shower ... If I have no choice!, I always fio worldwide. Surely this is all a hoax to get knowing that you see ... Look, the better you are going and if you will not arrive before the police, let us abruptly picking a phone with the intention of calling the police.
-Listen please. What we meant is that ... cookies work, with all its consequences! And that is a double edged sword. Come try one and experience it in your own meat, "he said about the box to fuck her.
then explained how they worked, and Martina decided to try one in a four-leaf clover, ie personal goals ...
"I will hope that the editorial that I rode a year ago and that is costing me blood, sweat and tears, is a success, "said Martina eating the cookie.
then told us that had just started a business career in which he had placed all his hopes and efforts. It was a small publishing house specializing in unknown and inexperienced writers, but really wanted to write and a vivid imagination ...
"I put all my effort to raise my small business, I provide an opportunity for all those who want to publish your book and have no place in the big publishers only accept bestsellers. I want those dreamers, able to realize his dream and be happy doing what they like, without feeling like they are failures because their manuscript has been rejected without further ...- Martina told us, letting us know their most idealist and a fighter. I was surprised to find that the resemblance between Martina and I was not just physical ... how much we had in common!
After a few minutes, the phone rang ...
- Yes? - Martina said after lifting the handset. What ?????, -¿¿¿¿¿
really? Can not be ... My God, I can not believe it! . After a while I call "
Martina hung up. A smile from ear to ear, his face lit up.
- Girls!, I can not believe ... just me the editorial calling to say they have given us ... the Creu de Sant Jordi by our work on behalf of literature and new writers!, this will give my publisher a final push! I can expand and accommodate more writers. Fantastic!. So ... the ga-ga-lleta do they work? ... Yeahhhh work! - Said totally overwhelmed by events. Martina
took a long time to calm down, this was more than his mind could take in so little time. We were also impressed but our experience and what we drank more calmly ... Martina
"Well, you see that we have not cheated at all. To us also We took a lot of us to the situation, "he explained.
"Yes, indeed still is costing us, please help us! We want to go home, "said Rita breaking to mourn, it was becoming a downright weepy. The truth is that the biggest problem that Rita had faced in his "tough" life, until then, had been to choose what they wore to go to show off for Barcelona, \u200b\u200bso flaqueban forces as never ...
"Well, girls do not despair!, Fix this and get to the end! When I propose something move heaven and earth to get it, "Martina said, rubbing his hands.
As I said before, Martina and I were an exact copy in every way, and as I had blind confidence in myself I knew we were in good hands and that everything would be okay. I knew without any doubt that Martina was the best host we could have in this adventure.
"I think the first thing you should do is go to your house, which incidentally, is the house of my aunt .... If I remember correctly ... is in the Avenida Tibidabo number 29 ... Oh mother!, That house is for sale, many years ago that is closed ... My father went on sale because today is not easy to maintain so many buildings, is Finance and sticks to beat you gaga lets you ... I think she was interested in an embassy ... It is the same. Do not worry, I have the keys. Come let's go! - Martina said.
- Quéeeeeeee?, "Sell my home?," An embassy?, But what you say! And sorry to correct you ... I also I have the keys, we like it's MY house, "I said with a considerable mosqueo.
- Oops!, I leave the car keys, "added Martina putting his hands on his head, just as we left. Minerva
"Certainly, tell him your car, do not know where," said Rosa.
- Come true! Look, we went to the Passeig de Gracia and left my car parked in the only place that was free, a site with stripes white on the floor ... When we got back was gone! And we have not heard anything else from him told Martina.
- A site with white stripes on the floor? On the Passeig de Gràcia? You are crazy ... Of course, what you were going to know. It's like leaving candy in the school door ... He took the crane!. How many days ago was that? "Said Martina with her eyes wide, and its expression, fearing the worst.
"Well, you do ... 10 days? - Asked, looking at Rosa and Rita.
- How?, "About 10 days?, Will cost me a kidney!, San Cucuphas shit on me, but how I happen to leave it there! - Martina said hotly.
"We do know. It was the only site that was free ...- answered.
"Well, I will call the local police to see what shell is. May God take confessed ... - Martina sentenced.
After telling the car model, a Liberace's luxury coupe, a marvel designed by Ernest Kanzler and there were only two units worldwide, and that was a gift from my father to meet the twenty-five years ... Martina made the call in question and hanging up the phone told us: "Come
is in the tank of the Glories" We left the four running
Martina house. We got off to a garage and once there, we hopped in his car, a behemoth of those that we had put the willies on our "trip" to the Passeig de Gracia. Martina
driving at full speed, was another horrible experience, horns, insults, bicycles everywhere uffff ... finally got to the tank.
"Here, there is a small problem ... How can we prove that this car is yours?, Have you got the papers of the car?, ID or by chance ...- Martina said thoughtfully, his head was going a mile a minute.
"No, I do not wear anything ... What are the roles and identity card? That car is mine, period! I'm sick of trying to get me money up to breathe, "said angry.
- Oh girl, welcome to Barcelona today!. It is the city that you know even remotely ... here comes up to touch the ground. Hey, and that that is my point and do not ever put in the tank or do I do not care of what can happen, "he added.
Then we walked towards the door where a guy in uniform waiting ...
"Good afternoon ladies, where do they go? - That boy said kindly.
"Look, we come to find a car that carried the municipal tow about ten days of the Passeig de Gracia ...- Martina said.
"Well, come here," said one guy as we went with a offices. When we arrived, he added, pointing to a desk: "Now it serves
my companion
When our turn finally arrived ...
- Good morning, please i need your ID, road tax ...- The guy at the counter began attending to ask plenty of strange things, that if DNI, if this, if the other thing ... uf, the truth is that three of us was as if we speak in Mandarin Chinese ...
When he finished, "asking," Martina, who incidentally was red as a tomato and quite nervous, he said: "Look
is that we have a problem, is that the car is about this girl," he said pointing at me, and continued
And the poor have stolen all his papers while walking down the Ramblas and also some squatters have entered their home and have carved it, we have left the four bare walls and peeled, so there is no or ID card, car or papers or anything ... if you want to make sure that the car belongs may list some personal belongings left in him ... and of course pay the fine, "said Martina pretending to be sorry.
- Good attempt yes sir!, See, how I'll pay the fine "with notes of Monopoly? euros, or with chocolate? Watch them roll lady heard about fifty a day, so keep forces for other things. Or bring me what I ask or the car will not leave here. Next! - Said this guy making a gesture with his hand to the guy behind us in line. Martina
departed from the counter and came to us ...
"Girls are not going to be easy, it's more I think we should give up the car
...- - What, and a horn!, I'll take my car here! - Said taking the biscuits .
- But Minerva! We should not spend cookies superfluous, Martina has a car and do not need yours for nothing, "said Rosa irritated because they do not stop wasting cookies.
- Screw you sausage! My car is mine, and for me is superfluous, "I said. My car was next to my extensive wardrobe, my most prized possession.
"Well, well, quiet. Let them think another way to go. Think we've spent three cookies, two hearts and a club ... we spend a star to compensate ... Let's see, I can think of something ... illegal. My mother, and I am in jail. But is that illegal immigrants can not come to life!, And less as it is everything today. Look on a trip to China I got on the plane, as seatmate, a lawyer, to tear me apart babosamente tackle throughout the trip, told me his whole life. Of all the calamities that told me, told me that was devoted to black market of fake brand bags, among other duties and was a most profitable business. Also, the guy had no shame and no scruples or cut her hair to tell me that if I ever needed any kind of "paperwork" that did not hesitate to call, I would meet with great taste ... Sure we could get false papers for you three. The truth is that just thinking about calling me grind your teeth, but I think it is the only solution ... - Martina said. Then he added:
"But of course, that represents a significant cash outlay. That guy just moves money and not for any amount ... so to eat a star-shaped cookie and see what happens, and step that will help us to pay the fine, which is not the oven buns! - added.
And so did, I ate the cookie and headed for home. When we walked towards the car Martina a gust of wind caused a paper hit me in the face of a scandalous manner. When trying apartármelo Martina made sure that was a ticket from La Primitiva.
- Hey girls! It is a lottery ticket dated yesterday ... my God, not really what I'm thinking ...- Martina said rolling his eyes almost blank.
- yeah, sure yeahhhh. Premiadooo be, let's check quickly! - I said clapping.
We got into the car as arrows and were looking like a genuine Posesas a betting office to verify the ticket. Martina then stopped short and said
"Better go home. We'll check the Internet. I do not want anyone to know if we are the lucky ones. It is better to maintain the anonymity that if it is not all that bunch of vultures, scavengers of the banks and put you up in the soup
...- Once home, Martina lit a strange device that she named her computer, and suddenly written out in a kind of light box, the word Google. Martina wrote a few words and then the ticket numbers and then yelled out that we did the heart the mouth to the three ...
-is awarded one million euro ooooooos. We're delicious! - Martina said crying with joy.
We do not know how much money was one million euros, it's only hearsay we knew, we were asked so many times euros the previous day! Martina's reaction was much money we deduce that and that made us be very happy because, at least, we would remove a serious problem that we dragged since we landed in the XXI century ... the economic crunch. We think that at least we could continue to carry the train of life to which we usual in our privileged lives anterior.CONTINUARÁ ...
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