This morning when I went to work, seeing that the elevator seemed blocked, I decided to go down the stairs. On the landing could be heard a whisper rather than the usual chatter of neighbors who at that time returning from the market. Intrigued as I went down the buzz buzz turned into a teenager. What I saw by the fourth floor puzzled me. The building where I live has a few years older than me and is quite damaged. But is that this floor seemed to be reduced to rubble, littered with trash of all kinds, food debris and tons of papers, pamphlets and lampoons gurruños reduced color and scattered over the floor. It looked like the ruins of the classroom of a school taken by force by some Sudanese paramilitary commando.
Among the mess stirred a tumult of beardless whose appearance I can only describe now as "undetermined." They did not belong to any of the usual bands of the neighborhood, or any new urban tribe. In fact, each dressed completely differently from the others as they compete on the bizarre outfits. Tailcoat, frock coats, sweaters with diamonds, pince-nez, bowler hats, firefighter helmets, pants like a vest (¡!),
military boots ...
There was no way to continue down the hallway was jammed by that mob. Some argued heatedly with each other-most-engaged to paint on the walls, a very pretty girl was freckled declaiming something in Latin and I think, facing the door of room B, a boy under twelve years was flogging. The fact is that, despite the curiosity, was in a hurry to get to work, so I decided to make my way through education and greeted with a "good morning" delivered with great force that allowed me to feel good.
The first answer seemed unanimous: a "good ..." thunderous military, which immediately went on to become a hodgepodge inaudible "... days", "... night," ... evening "," cock ... "" ... I'll kill you "," Miss .... " The uproar resulted in a kind of honking and belching recital that left me quite confused. Turned pale and felt my balance I failed. One of the boys, seeing me in such a state, kindly invited me to sit on the steps of the ladder while I drew another language and obscene gestures I was doing. Realizing that I was not going to be on time I decided to sit on the bus. Suddenly, from the portal, we heard a few screams. Then again, the group appeared to respond in unison, standing at attention, ready to rush down the stairs. However, far from starting the stampede, they looked at each other with obvious confusion and then there was chaos: about started jumping on one leg, others were thrown to the ground, four decided to start spitting at the ceiling and sheet number jumped down the stairs. The evacuation was so much slower and hit what one could have imagined.
Until the last did not leave the floor I sat, shivering and soaked in sweat. After a couple of minutes, I have overcome the shock and I stood up, determined to go down to the portal. I raised just could not help but notice the scribbles and drawings covering the walls. Among other niceties, in the center, writing shit, you could read "The solution is part of the problem." Communists everywhere signs, religious, swastikas and, above all, various stencils and stickers with something that looks like a religious icon and I do not know, repeated until exhaustion, "Credo quia absurdum est".
But what the hell is happening in my neighborhood?
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