felt the impact with the right clavicle, a thud. I panicked thinking it was soon covered with blood. The heart was accelerated under my ribs pumping fear. The Bulgarians had hunted without giving us an opportunity to counter their attack. El Gordo jumped
alarmed the bank where we chatted for five minutes. Upon receiving the bullet in the kidneys howled furiously. August and the heat we had been under the plane in search of fresh air.
The confusion did not prevent us to react immediately. Cried Gordo looking threatening every one of the windows of the building. He swore he would kill them all with his face twisted and threatened a woman peered from behind a white curtain.
I touch your chest starting to arderme, my fingers were filled with a gelatinous liquid that does not make out because of my nerves. Confused I went to play around trying to identify this substance between my fingers. At the end I realized that it was egg. Some bastard
we had thrown eggs, which fell like stones from the building.
The sicarrio ran to the portal, played each September and broke a fist against the full panel of gray buttons.
- Children of a thousand bitches!, Shout staring at the windows.
El Gordo had a patch at the waist reaching to the back pocket of his right hand and ran a trickle of blood began to drip.
- If they were bullets would be lying along the bank of a pool of blood under the plane, relieved reflected Sicario. People started
asomarce from the balconies. I looked at every one of them as the culprits.
"Let's go before someone calls the police, said with a trembling voice.
week, no deviation from bad to worse, we did not have a penny.
We took three months without paying rent, the office was filled with bottles, pizza boxes, rolls of paper and dust. We fell into a tailspin against poverty.
El Gordo proposed to sell beer on the beach. Accept resignation, had nothing to lose.
was tired of seeing the refrigerator as a white skeleton. Empty without even a rusty lettuce ribs. Hunger made me cranky. The character of Gordo did not seem to vary at all. Ate all day pancakes with flour and salt into the pan on smoking.
wore in grocery bags frozen cans of beer.
walked from one end to the beach Malvarrosa. Hide from the police, who persecuted those who tried to collect some coins.
Chinese cloth hats below offered massages. Full body for 10 euros, half of the body 5 euros. Were thin except for a fat little girl who walked like a gorilla. Blacks sold
stuffed animals, sunglasses, shirts and lighters hanging from his long arms. It was a showcase errant.
The vendors of the most organized beers were Pakistanis. An army on the hot sand. Secretly left for a euro a can in your hands cold. Other cases aprevechaban
vendors and to the neglect of bathers urgaban in backpacks in search of something of value to steal.
employees beach kiosks chasing us threats. El Sicario the shouting match between the bodies lying in the sun. Fought among poor summer trading opportunities. Asarnan
After the beach, we went at midnight to the Plaza de la Virgen to try to sell beer by the Afghans, Chileans, Argentines, Pakistanis and Romanians task brings backpacks loaded with cans of beer or coke. Acosabamos
tourists to get us off the damn beer. When the patrol came all disappear, like fire ants escaping.
The business did not yield good results, with Gordo drank more than half of our merchandise. In addition, profit margins were very small.
drunk On those nights we walked the streets of the Barrio del Carmen, junkies begging a bite of kebab or a coin and paperless trying not to sink into the misery of the first world.
