Monday, January 3, 2011
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History
As much as I tried not to make noise when climbing one flight of stairs, was irreparable, the creak of wood betrayed me, and the first neighbor right opened his peephole to watch me every time I went up to my apartment located in the third. I had never seen his face, he knew who lived for Prudence, the concierge told me the first day I moved, the life line of each and every one of the residents of this small building.
What we formed seven neighbors, Prudence, who had a small apartment on the ground floor, whose front door came a little cubicle-shaped counter, and that was the goal. The first right is the addict through the peephole, a widow lady that knew no more data. In front of her two boys, with whom I have crossed in the year that had lived here, about six times, and according to Prudence: "Those two are a couple, because two men living together you know ..." he said as he looked sideways down the stairs with a grimace with the lips, transforming them into a straight line pointing to the side where there directed gaze. I used to avoid those kinds of conversations when approached with gossip and a cloth to clean the boxes, while I took out my mail, but became so friendly and helpful "hoped that since you have opened and I leave I take gleaming in ", I do not know what was cut, and it was hard then get rid of it, because I bombed nonstop as if starved for conversation, and was following me around the portal. Sometimes I was afraid that I also follow the stairs, if you got me on my house. So to avoid this, I had planted without climbing a step, but she played like it was in no hurry and invited me to a cafe, and there I took advantage to look at the clock and tell how late it was, or was expecting a call.
in the second lived a couple with three teenage children. They bought the two flats to bring them together and make a bigger, but eventually returned to separate because they divorced. According to the gossips say, or rather, the language of Prudence: "Some have had to leave door open, as children never go through the door coming ..." Sometimes I wondered if Prudence would have secret cameras installed at the landings to control us everyone.
In the third left, just outside my door, lived Casilda. It was the only neighbor with whom he had engaged in conversation, apart from Prudence. He was seventy-three, and lived with a son who should be around fifty, and Casilda was determined to marry any woman who crossed his path, even if your child twice their age. "He's had bad luck the poor " he told me the first day, and whenever I had occasion. had a very pretty girlfriend when I was young, were engaged for many years, since were children, but just when they decided to marry, because they started to go right things, in the absence of a few days to the wedding, he Encarnita heart stopped while he slept. And Andrew went into a deep depression from which he took up his head. He did not find another like her Encarnita. " Casilda invisible wiped two tears with a handkerchief and said with a sigh "What can we do, that's life. I just hope that death does not take me before him together, I can not leave him alone " And then stared at me, waiting for a reaction on my part, but I do not know what to say, the gentleman could have been my father, who seek to a more commensurate with their age ... So, looking at my clock to see that I was late, I put the key in the lock on my door and say "Well Casilda, no worry, Andrew and find someone, you have to do is get out more and leave you to your breath and entered the house almost without giving the option to reply, because the next ditty and I knew it very well "Well Encarnita you remind me ... with your floor and mine, when you inherit Andrew, you can do what they have done the second ... " never talked to Andrew, he I saw a serious and reserved man, and merely a polite good morning or good afternoon, when we passed. Ever had agreed with them on the website or on the stairs, and there Casilda used to take this opportunity to us to talk as a matchmaker awkward because he did not realize or would not be, that neither were interested in knowing . And then Andrew made me a gesture of circumstance that I corresponded with a "nothing happens" at bajini .
One day, taking advantage of the intervention in my work of Prudence correspondence, I asked him what he thought about Andrew, to which she replied that he was a sadder than a funeral, and I could not live with a man, once left alone for life, and her husband for much less, had given door. A while later I would have, in a fit of nostalgia, which was the opposite, that her husband left her to go with a younger woman with whom she was more than ten years, and whose relationship she had agreed in secret, because he did not know she was aware of it, not to be at his age alone. But in the end he had lost. That day I felt so sorry for Prudence and I dared not refuse the invitation of the coffee cup he offered me, as she drank a glass of anise, which was good for said gases, and warm, but I also thought her just a little taste heart.
When I went to my house, it was dark, and the creaking of wood on the landing of the first, under my feet, he slid the peephole in the door on the right, Mercedes lurking, as usual, and I could not understand why I never crossed with that woman. When I reached my floor, I met with Casilda, throwing out a garbage bag because his son had not arrived and offal had not wanted the house is impregnated with the smell. I offered to lower the bag, but first take this opportunity to ask her the neighbor of the first Mercedes, which was becoming more curious. Casilda looked at me suspiciously.
- What have you told the gossip of Prudence? Because of prudence that spends only name.
"Nothing," I said only that a widow.
Rather, Black Widow. Her husband died of a rare disease, a kind of paralysis that he was leaving as a vegetable until it expired ... for me that poisoned him to find another.
"I've never seen why not leave the house?
"For shame, I suppose -. And he went into the house, handing the bag of garbage and practically giving me the door in his face.
By lowering the container, I saw Prudence was closing the goal, and I realized that my curiosity was aroused and I kept quiet, especially after seeing the reaction had Casilda with my question, and certainly was not proportional to what you had told me on Mercedes, there was something fishy, \u200b\u200band if he was right, he knew who had the answers. I was becoming a kind of small-scale Prudence.
"Good night, Prudence, I come to throw trash Casilda, and it has updated me on what Mercedes ..." gave him a knowing look of Privacy-cold ... I was with the issue.
- Casilda told you? He asked, puzzled, takes years not to mention the subject, now acts as if it never happened.
"Of course he has told me, Casilda and I usually talk much about personal issues, I also told him about the poor Encarnita, rest in peace. But this other matter has left me uneasy. "Well fine
mounted with that case, when
discovered the cake ... "I guess" I answered, more puzzled and nervous than ever, because he could not pull the bluff where I was making, "How did he react?
- Which one?
-For all.
-Well imagine, Mercedes locked himself in his house in tatters, and since then very little comes out, really. Always looking through your peephole to make sure it goes up or down one when it comes out. It makes me good morning in a whisper, and comes and goes like a bullet. Casilda became angry, and after burying her husband, spent a while knocking on their door and insulting. I do not know how this woman sold her house and left here.
- Why the insult? Rather have the poor with her husband's death, but do not know, I do not think she was the culprit.
"Oh girl, you're rolling, guilty or guilty ... imagine find out that your husband is sleeping with your neighbor, twenty years younger, and over you hear because the bastard has palmed in his bed ... this woman needed was to have been filed with her husband, and absence of this, I paid and gave vent to her.
- Sure, so called black widow!
- But you knew it or not? Because your face has been a surprise ... I'll have been wormed, because one is talkative but honest, and certainly am not one of those gossipy who go around telling dirty linen outside.
"Of course I knew, I was reporting how Casilda called" the black widow. "
"No need to inform me that whole neighborhood was already familiar with, put a banner hanging from the terrace of the third, it announced.
- How much does that?
-More than fifteen years.
"I feel sad to Mercedes, do not know, but had to be very hard for her too.
"Look daughter, I then I can not give the reason that had not gotten where it was called, in this case I feel more sorry for Casilda, I can not help comparing his story with mine. But at least FermÃn is alive, and I have my anger with whom she was. Although it did not help, and you see that the two are just as lonely, but he remains a well at home, where at least can be downloaded.
up the stairs, I made all the noise I could, that Mercedes I hear and know of my presence. For the first time I did not care that this woman move his peephole to watch me. I stopped at my door finding that did not have my bag, I had left on the counter of the goal. I went down like a bullet, and just as down to reach the first floor, I saw that closed door Mercedes. If I had not made so much noise going down, I thought I would have found her face down. My bag was just where he remembered having left while talking to Prudence. Climbing heard footsteps, a stretch or two ahead of me, also rose. Increasing pace wondering if it would be Mercedes because of the street had no proceeded, though not much sense to come up in any case would fall. Upon reaching my flight I saw it was Andrew who took out the key to your home, out of pocket. At that time, seeing me, he was hesitating to enter the key into the lock, but turned around and approached me.
"I do not know what I have been told, and I guess I've been out of first. I just want you to know that she is not like the paint, we all make mistakes ... My mother is too old, and suffered his part, I do not now suffering is also mine.
"For my part, be still, I do not know, nor have I seen anything -. And when I walked into my house, closing the door behind me, I decided to focus on my own affairs, as he had always done.
What we formed seven neighbors, Prudence, who had a small apartment on the ground floor, whose front door came a little cubicle-shaped counter, and that was the goal. The first right is the addict through the peephole, a widow lady that knew no more data. In front of her two boys, with whom I have crossed in the year that had lived here, about six times, and according to Prudence: "Those two are a couple, because two men living together you know ..." he said as he looked sideways down the stairs with a grimace with the lips, transforming them into a straight line pointing to the side where there directed gaze. I used to avoid those kinds of conversations when approached with gossip and a cloth to clean the boxes, while I took out my mail, but became so friendly and helpful "hoped that since you have opened and I leave I take gleaming in ", I do not know what was cut, and it was hard then get rid of it, because I bombed nonstop as if starved for conversation, and was following me around the portal. Sometimes I was afraid that I also follow the stairs, if you got me on my house. So to avoid this, I had planted without climbing a step, but she played like it was in no hurry and invited me to a cafe, and there I took advantage to look at the clock and tell how late it was, or was expecting a call.
in the second lived a couple with three teenage children. They bought the two flats to bring them together and make a bigger, but eventually returned to separate because they divorced. According to the gossips say, or rather, the language of Prudence: "Some have had to leave door open, as children never go through the door coming ..." Sometimes I wondered if Prudence would have secret cameras installed at the landings to control us everyone.
In the third left, just outside my door, lived Casilda. It was the only neighbor with whom he had engaged in conversation, apart from Prudence. He was seventy-three, and lived with a son who should be around fifty, and Casilda was determined to marry any woman who crossed his path, even if your child twice their age. "He's had bad luck the poor " he told me the first day, and whenever I had occasion. had a very pretty girlfriend when I was young, were engaged for many years, since were children, but just when they decided to marry, because they started to go right things, in the absence of a few days to the wedding, he Encarnita heart stopped while he slept. And Andrew went into a deep depression from which he took up his head. He did not find another like her Encarnita. " Casilda invisible wiped two tears with a handkerchief and said with a sigh "What can we do, that's life. I just hope that death does not take me before him together, I can not leave him alone " And then stared at me, waiting for a reaction on my part, but I do not know what to say, the gentleman could have been my father, who seek to a more commensurate with their age ... So, looking at my clock to see that I was late, I put the key in the lock on my door and say "Well Casilda, no worry, Andrew and find someone, you have to do is get out more and leave you to your breath and entered the house almost without giving the option to reply, because the next ditty and I knew it very well "Well Encarnita you remind me ... with your floor and mine, when you inherit Andrew, you can do what they have done the second ... " never talked to Andrew, he I saw a serious and reserved man, and merely a polite good morning or good afternoon, when we passed. Ever had agreed with them on the website or on the stairs, and there Casilda used to take this opportunity to us to talk as a matchmaker awkward because he did not realize or would not be, that neither were interested in knowing . And then Andrew made me a gesture of circumstance that I corresponded with a "nothing happens" at bajini .
One day, taking advantage of the intervention in my work of Prudence correspondence, I asked him what he thought about Andrew, to which she replied that he was a sadder than a funeral, and I could not live with a man, once left alone for life, and her husband for much less, had given door. A while later I would have, in a fit of nostalgia, which was the opposite, that her husband left her to go with a younger woman with whom she was more than ten years, and whose relationship she had agreed in secret, because he did not know she was aware of it, not to be at his age alone. But in the end he had lost. That day I felt so sorry for Prudence and I dared not refuse the invitation of the coffee cup he offered me, as she drank a glass of anise, which was good for said gases, and warm, but I also thought her just a little taste heart.
When I went to my house, it was dark, and the creaking of wood on the landing of the first, under my feet, he slid the peephole in the door on the right, Mercedes lurking, as usual, and I could not understand why I never crossed with that woman. When I reached my floor, I met with Casilda, throwing out a garbage bag because his son had not arrived and offal had not wanted the house is impregnated with the smell. I offered to lower the bag, but first take this opportunity to ask her the neighbor of the first Mercedes, which was becoming more curious. Casilda looked at me suspiciously.
- What have you told the gossip of Prudence? Because of prudence that spends only name.
"Nothing," I said only that a widow.
Rather, Black Widow. Her husband died of a rare disease, a kind of paralysis that he was leaving as a vegetable until it expired ... for me that poisoned him to find another.
"I've never seen why not leave the house?
"For shame, I suppose -. And he went into the house, handing the bag of garbage and practically giving me the door in his face.
By lowering the container, I saw Prudence was closing the goal, and I realized that my curiosity was aroused and I kept quiet, especially after seeing the reaction had Casilda with my question, and certainly was not proportional to what you had told me on Mercedes, there was something fishy, \u200b\u200band if he was right, he knew who had the answers. I was becoming a kind of small-scale Prudence.
"Good night, Prudence, I come to throw trash Casilda, and it has updated me on what Mercedes ..." gave him a knowing look of Privacy-cold ... I was with the issue.
- Casilda told you? He asked, puzzled, takes years not to mention the subject, now acts as if it never happened.
"Of course he has told me, Casilda and I usually talk much about personal issues, I also told him about the poor Encarnita, rest in peace. But this other matter has left me uneasy. "Well fine
mounted with that case, when
discovered the cake ... "I guess" I answered, more puzzled and nervous than ever, because he could not pull the bluff where I was making, "How did he react?
- Which one?
-For all.
-Well imagine, Mercedes locked himself in his house in tatters, and since then very little comes out, really. Always looking through your peephole to make sure it goes up or down one when it comes out. It makes me good morning in a whisper, and comes and goes like a bullet. Casilda became angry, and after burying her husband, spent a while knocking on their door and insulting. I do not know how this woman sold her house and left here.
- Why the insult? Rather have the poor with her husband's death, but do not know, I do not think she was the culprit.
"Oh girl, you're rolling, guilty or guilty ... imagine find out that your husband is sleeping with your neighbor, twenty years younger, and over you hear because the bastard has palmed in his bed ... this woman needed was to have been filed with her husband, and absence of this, I paid and gave vent to her.
- Sure, so called black widow!
- But you knew it or not? Because your face has been a surprise ... I'll have been wormed, because one is talkative but honest, and certainly am not one of those gossipy who go around telling dirty linen outside.
"Of course I knew, I was reporting how Casilda called" the black widow. "
"No need to inform me that whole neighborhood was already familiar with, put a banner hanging from the terrace of the third, it announced.
- How much does that?
-More than fifteen years.
"I feel sad to Mercedes, do not know, but had to be very hard for her too.
"Look daughter, I then I can not give the reason that had not gotten where it was called, in this case I feel more sorry for Casilda, I can not help comparing his story with mine. But at least FermÃn is alive, and I have my anger with whom she was. Although it did not help, and you see that the two are just as lonely, but he remains a well at home, where at least can be downloaded.
up the stairs, I made all the noise I could, that Mercedes I hear and know of my presence. For the first time I did not care that this woman move his peephole to watch me. I stopped at my door finding that did not have my bag, I had left on the counter of the goal. I went down like a bullet, and just as down to reach the first floor, I saw that closed door Mercedes. If I had not made so much noise going down, I thought I would have found her face down. My bag was just where he remembered having left while talking to Prudence. Climbing heard footsteps, a stretch or two ahead of me, also rose. Increasing pace wondering if it would be Mercedes because of the street had no proceeded, though not much sense to come up in any case would fall. Upon reaching my flight I saw it was Andrew who took out the key to your home, out of pocket. At that time, seeing me, he was hesitating to enter the key into the lock, but turned around and approached me.
"I do not know what I have been told, and I guess I've been out of first. I just want you to know that she is not like the paint, we all make mistakes ... My mother is too old, and suffered his part, I do not now suffering is also mine.
"For my part, be still, I do not know, nor have I seen anything -. And when I walked into my house, closing the door behind me, I decided to focus on my own affairs, as he had always done.
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