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Episode 8: The Accident



The ambulance arrived quickly to the hospital. Manolito went quickly to find the head of the medical guard, while preparing to Isaac Barby for shock resuscitation with electric current. Merino could not die, your hero does not deserve to die like that, the only person who believed she was on the verge of falling forever into the dark abyss. Manolito
not find the head of the guard, and was the only doctor that was available at that time. But the doctor seems to be too happy that I have called.
- Pa 'that make me get up from my nap? Got Fingered "For he has a heart attack?
- Doctor Galindo, not anyone. Is Dr. Isaac. And for that you get paid, after all.

A malicious smile crossed the face of the novice surgeon Galindo. Thanks to his contacts, he knew all of all his "enemies", including Isaac Murphy. He knew perfectly the state of his weak heart. I knew I needed a pacemaker with deadly urgency. Murphy knew that would not depend on one ... but above all, knew that open-heart operations were happening "accidents." Once in the emergency room, without even a glance at the patient, ordered Galindo Barbara, with a hint of disdain in his voice:

- The patient has a weak heart, confirmadlo in its history. I get the dodo to the operating room 4, which is what is available now. I'll put a pacemaker.
- One moment, Galindo. Isaac know what you think of ...
- Eh, eh, enfermerita. Callaita're prettier. A Merino is a pacemaker installed, like it or you no. Is it clear, niñatilla? Or do you prefer to speak with Dr. Fuentes of your impertinence? Do not think I have problems sending you to the fucking street, eating garbage and living under a bridge as you have been all your life.

In Barbara's beautiful face broke into a grin like hatred, as he launched a withering look.
- Sorry Dr. Galindo, will not happen again.
- I like that. Tell prepare the operating room, take the old thing and have it preparadito, I'm going to crack.

Galindo The corrupt mind started scheming. Everything is ready ...! Finally going to shake off Merino! Everything would be seen as Manolito a problem. Had come too late, and could not do anything. The truth would be concealed by a gentle veil ... death would be in the operating room ... and with a pacemaker in his heart.

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Rhymes Climbing to the attic for a Deceased Comedian

" And to write, my brother

have to put love

That is learned in the plain

starting child "

Manuel Graterol," Graterolacho "(1935-2010)

rhymes are not the same

the verse is only

a pot and now has left us the great Manuel

Graterol.

Today

rhyme mourns

but not for long as the proper

Graterolacho

always wanted to see us laughing.

Sorry for the clumsy verse in this

I write blog

but that Don Graterol

would like to keep alive.

Below

miss him and has not been even one day

but it takes his rhymes

his humorous poetry.

"Do not cry so much, boy" would joke perhaps

teacher "that he who fights for what our

Graterolacho support it."

While there is good humor and constructive criticism

Graterolacho

not dead because its essence is still alive.

Out partying with Achilles

*

must be the third one

with anecdotes of thousands

of humor who was faithful.

The sky must be

party since he was a great reinforcing

Graterolacho in the clouds

smiles to the universe.

* Nazoa, of course.

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Episode 7: Jägers

all happened too fast for Barbara. The apartment door had been forced Merino doctor, and he suffered a heart attack, in addition to the strange behavior of his tutor and friend. Something was affecting the trial of Merino, modifying their behavior, filling his mind with doubts, but what most appalled at the Seville was not this, but feel a strange distance who was his savior, who had rescued from a life on the edge of reality.
The ambulance arrived fifteen minutes after being called from the home of Isaac. Barbara, wiped away tears, had not moved from the edge of Merino, patiently waiting for the arrival of medical equipment. The doctors rose rapidly to the second floor, where the patient was lying in the cold marble floor. Barby recognized one of them, a certain Manuel "Manolito" Carbonell, newly arrived at Hospital del Mar, voluminous curly distinguished him above all others, as well as its broad nose, which contrasted with his fine face. His behavior was not best or most suitable for a novice, but still, never silent anything ... even if it take out of their boxes to Galindo.

Barbara, absently, looked Manolito. Quickly, his mind back to reality.

- Quick, take him, Isaac has suffered a heart attack!

- Why have not done anything, Barbara? Why have not tried to revive him? You know you could die for your child react? Are you aware of it?

- Yes I am, Manolito, take him and not lose more time!

- Yes, yes ... but go prepared for a good director from the Fountains.

As he spoke, Manolito began performing heart massage, alternating with mouth-to mouth, but there was no way Isaac would not react. Barbara went with Manolito and the entire medical team, preparing for the consequences of their actions. But he missed a detail, or rather, had forgotten about it. The lock on the apartment door had been forced Isaac. Someone had come looking for something. But who? If Barbara had entered, might have seen a homeless guy drinking a bottle of good Scotch Merino. Perhaps he had realized that the miserable was reading photocopies of famous diary. Yes, Isaac had lied, had even photocopied the newspaper, to understand a mystery haunted him. The impoverished individual will draw a big smile on his face.

- Well, well ... the doctor is seen going to give you many problems on "those", perhaps it is time for the move tab Jägers .

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He was just a kid when he cursed the first time. Alarmed, her mother turned to the slipper to explain that curse was bad. Since then, every time I thought of uttering the forbidden word the memory of a sole that only knew the floor of her apartment made her change it to another adjective that so infuriated his mother, although this was not present.

The pink shoes home that had been tattooed with indelible ink on his brain. When he came to ask a teacher about why would not pronounce that word, he answered with canonical fact that it was a sin because it offends God's creations. And there the slipper began to take form of guilt, moving towards a reality beyond the material and threatening him for all eternity.

So he spent his childhood and adolescence, reading and hearing the word everywhere, but never daring to utter this invocation of evil that had so angered her mother. Sometimes doubted himself to see how it was for him unspeakable taboo was put forward to every day and lightly by others, including many of their relatives and friends. But he never dared to utter what was burning inside, because it would compromise the future of his soul.

When she became a successful architect of a socially accepted profession and married to form a conventional family, had not abandoned his child obedience to respect her mother, slipper the confessional, and God. He had managed to replace weak words that expression had spoken only once in his life, which had caused a fierce satisfaction that he was soon revealed to be prohibited.

came to fifty without cursing again, and within four walls of a green vomit found within it had accumulated a honeycomb unleashed his anger soon swarm in his skinny body shape. He, who had striven to follow the rules, meet the lesson and not succumb to diabolical temptation to curse the divine creations, was rewarded with a lump of discontent unresolved, a tumor of repressed anger gave him two things in life: the reputation of being a man right and good and early death.

a sunny afternoon in the room where he met his frail body would rest for the rest of eternity. Under a loving epitaph could feel the dripping wet from the tears of those who buried. At dusk aroused his spirit, and could tell he was alone in that cemetery. He waited a while, with the patience that had characterized his lifetime, but nothing happened. There had been no Mephistopheles to convict him of not having gone to church that Good Friday, nor decreased a Cherub to reward you for your donations to orphanages in the city. Nothing.

It took a few laps around the cemetery, and was surprised that even in new and ethereal physiognomy could feel the breath of night air and hear the sounds of animals who are not afraid or death or the dead. But did not find anything or anyone, so he went to sleep in his coffin with his body with a smiling face that had never articulated in life.

not really slept. Just closed what he thought were his eyes, waiting to come eternity with which he had told all his life, that that slipper-shaped indulge forbidden to say a few simple words to not offend a powerful creative force and higher. But eternity does not come, or this or any night. He soon learned that was doomed to wander through those gardens of moldy gravestones and wilted flowers, overlooking the city from afar, but not miss anything or anyone, just regretting not having lived.

San Urbano Funeral Home has had many problems keeping employees for night shift, particularly those charged with overseeing the Lot 28. Seven managers have resigned in the past two months, saying that every night, while performing their caregiving duties, suffer a furious howl that mixed with the whistle of a breeze that sways the branches of trees and keeps saying:

"Damn! Damn it! "