Where the author, using the release of the ballots for pedestrians, recalls an incident in a place of Lima a few weeks ago ... or were they months?
In a corner where no shortage of hazards and in which criminals and outlaws of all ages make their own pin-to-end, from the bottle, and even verduguillo sharp razor blades miserable, because all OK, all serve to intimidate when any innocent bystander who has no clue that already lost.
Yes, in that instead of the gray Lima, where criminals of all stripes are perfected in his office with outrageous conchudez, a big boy that was once labeled a dark figure in a national newspaper, who never deigned to rectify its error, the deaf and arsonists lit-orders of the victim was about to cross civic and civilized track around a corner with traffic lights and traffic police.
Beside her, a graceful lady that no one would qualify, even by mistake, as dark and gloomy power, annexed to that individual who, at the height of folly and stupidity, he seemed more focused on devouring a yuquitas highly oily and sprinkled with smog, which in Florida sagacity, cunning and elegant old gentleman to the beauty I had a few centimeters.
Perhaps his only justification was that the watch was lunchtime. Hunger pressed and, as if that were not enough, in this urban space that was once the City of Kings, and now nobody knows who the hell is the inexperienced and the mussels failed pirañitas will ever head band you arranchan up yuquitas bag, just to get chacota and keep fit.
So to avoid bad times, decided to disappear in haste, as he did, the corner was filled with people. All-longed, as he crossed but a couple of traffic cops-one barricaded in the house, dodging other cars elasticity Acrobat - took pains to contradict the traffic light, mechanical, periodic and pointlessly, giving way to pedestrians.
not stopped vehicles, rather frantically circulated with the prior approval of the agents and the increasing desperation of passersby, including a dark character in this story that, after dispensing with the fierce voracity yuquitas bag, start to grumble , to complain, to build disorder among the emerging and diverse crowd. Police
abusive, let us go, and go like 10 minutes, this is high, why abuse the ordinary citizen , among other phrases that were not wanting toads and snakes, espetaría alharaquiento generating the surprise of his dazzling partner who, despite his willingness harmless also had a reputation for rowdy, but this time little water remained calm as well.
She was absolutely astounded at the actions of devouring almost revolutionary yuquitas that God knows if for fear of attack by a thief who could steal a pair of little sun that carried in a pocket or perhaps motivated by the hope of a bite complimenting menu to the lady, wanted to move to other side track soon.
That desperation led him to suggest out loud that we had to cross to the poor, to as, total, if the people united will never defeated unless going to get hit. So under that premise, was instigating the passers-by who were already something like a human tide, to go step by inch, haughtily ignoring police orders.
Step by step. Forcing vehicles to stop. Yes, he was not going to spearhead and lead by example, but, rather, was well guarded by several citizens. Not risk their skins for the popular struggles, can not and should stay headless at the first hurdle. That would allow the triumph of repressive state forces.
The mass lost its way. And that is unacceptable, say rebeldísimo while using your partner as a shield herself. But beyond their zero chivalry, the plan would begin to show results and stopped the car skidded to the triumphant passage of ordinary citizens, those mentioned ad nauseam by politicians, but in everyday life are absolutely relegated.
And in the street of the old city of Lima, where you can be skinned by a pair of shoes purchased in Powder Blue sneakers, people are emboldened and regained their right to free transit, to the chagrin of the police officers moved their arms and were about to burst their whistles so that cars pass and people back to his corner.
Their efforts were futile. All crossed to the poor because they could neither wanted nor needed to wait. And on the other side, when the crowd dispersed, the shady character he sipped his alleged victory against the system. He no longer felt so dark, he was enlightened, so much that he finally decided to flower to its friendly and inviting partner.
If you succeeded or not that sensitive company is the subject of another story that will surely never be told. Overall, this is a travel blog but sometimes, just sometimes, do not fit.
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