adriana normand
(Berlin, 1976)
favors
In times of crisis became a tailor famous for its layers of nylon, and this was attended by at least two main circumstances:
1, small businesses had been confiscated, so that the entire city was not just this random Taylor nightlife.
2, the rainy season greatly extended / do not know whether the profit or loss / why-from different points of concentration, the people were sent to agricultural work.
return for favors to offer their Russian and Greek sailors, the tailor got some coats with packing the goods, then, for their work, but no cigarettes received money invested in the kids in the neighborhood.
As the rains did not stop the demand grew and the business was thriving.
One day, however, was found dead with her old Singer pedal in the neck and a pair of scissors in her hand. The crime was never solved.
Trucks full of hooded continued even for a time his departure to the camps.
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trade
M. The village doctor has been accused of dealing with patients, or indeed with corpses. As already known the aforementioned physician had business relationships with local practitioners of a doctrine that uses dead bodies to make amulets and other religious objects. The doctor provided them remains in exchange for not small sums of money that could vary depending on age, sex and race of the deceased. To this end trying to convince families of the victims who would be responsible for the steps relating to the autopsy and other preparations of the deceased and gave them a closed casket, he said to ease pain at the loss of a loved one. It also says that sometimes the contract could be closed since before the death of the patient, but with respect to such prosecution failed to prove anything. So far the doctor M. only faces the charge of illegal trafficker corpses.
(Havana, 1973)
the drive-in in the town park
soldiers had left taking all the food. Nothing remained in the city that could be considered edible. Rats, missing, and cats alike, in the proper order of the food chain. Large groups of people had proposed civility as food, but scientists dismissed the idea as a way to avoid the unlikely possibility reproductive biology moving directly to another body as food. They called him "the first example of molecular consciousness," giving those people the category of mental disability.
a month, starvation and thirst did their job, leaving only a few slowly dying on park benches, open mouth, cracked lips waiting for the rain. However, large collective hallucinations occurred in those last minutes: the drive-repair after years of endless started functioning from films of Cecil B. De Mille, and a great show we were the last to enjoy.
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of hunter and the butcher
The road goes up and down in curves that make it resemble a ladder, no roads in both directions, and someday I will miss this town for any two ways. It is a ghost town, with people swaying in their chairs tired of the gates.
have exploded in the grocery store hundreds of canned jam by a poorly printed expiration dates. That led to hundreds of equivalent rumors coming out of bored minds. The truth is that the people nothing ever happens. Could exploit the power plant, or raining pigs: the reality is never enough.
The hunter makes their stories more exciting to tell how he had to kill a wolf with black fur with their own hands, slowly suffocating while dodging frothy saliva-filled bites, his hunting knife mysteriously lost, their hounds chasing rabbits in the woods, the whole universe conspired to make him lose his life in the fangs of a hungry animal. In the end the wolf died of asphyxiation in his hands sticking, and his face hunter contracted in a spasm of fear that it will never go away. Sure, everything is an invention, in the forest there are no wolves, and mangy dogs would hardly mastiffs, but the trick works and people ask how the tavern was the wolf, what color were her eyes? (Yellow rabid), what did the skin? (A hunter's hat.)
The butcher has cut a finger fooling around with his knife, but for the people's history has been its struggle with a shark fishermen brought him believing him dead. Without waiting for the morning wanted to cut and put in the fridge clean, but when he went to the metal table where life log saw that the shark had disappeared. Sought with an oil lamp in the darkness but only saw the white tile floor obscured by the black blood of so many butchers' meat. He wiped his big hands on her apron, not noticing how a dark shape moving sinuously between his feet. Something slammed into his rubber boots and reached out only to spot a red eye with a big mouth that closed a perfect bite. He managed to hit him with the pole until he died and convulsing.
The butcher is popular and older are asked to tell the whole story again and again.
These people are bored to death, and all that silence makes it bearable is to watch the cars go down the road lost in other fictions.
(Puerto Padre, 1958)
II above (auras on the obelisk that is called Scraping)
not ask me, I do not know. How do you know that is what you get killed up there? Something very big must be: something lasting and perfectly rotten. And every day just as huge. And perhaps even growing and growing. And those birds know scavengers. And do not tell us anything.
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in the history of the republic
While others went about their boring business, the prostitutes took over the government.
That count.
But in the end could be another lie. The press and television fed too the big show.
For many, however, will never be enough distance between them and the throne.
Others think that just certain powerful sold certain prostitutes who, despite their bright names, have somber intentions.
Either way, who would would deny that that government was unusual especially how to share power in what they put them a real force copulation?
There was no attempt to dictatorship, nor any ministerial position vacant. Not even the war. Nobody could say that would not jump-start
The rebels were arrested, naked all, by the judges unable to sleep peacefully away from the ministries, and was ordered to confine them in a huge blimp towards black women the street and men of high rank, which started flying against the wind toward the Sargasso Sea, where the worst death would receive most dangerous conspiracy in a desert.
The next morning, and restored the old order, passing clouds, enormous, between the purple sky and the city again drowsy, like a flood destroying everything that came from heaven.
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