- There were moments where I got suspicious. All indications could easily be one of them, the institute's freaks. In fact, classmates laughed at me for wearing long those dark glasses, and eye! When I say "long", I mean the first 20 minutes, in which books are removed and discussing fashion television show the day before, no. I'm talking about months, almost a full year asking for vouchers for the raffle on Saturday .... to the teachers, come on. I had a vision problem quite common, but not my age or people with my eye color, darker than the more common photophobic, a problem that forced me to wear dark glasses even in moments in which the lights were artificial. As he said, had teachers who were allowed the pleasure of spending little jokes with the other students as: "See, you read" - "Who, me?" He asked, silly me-"No, not the blind man, the next door, that if you can, "replied the very bud, causing general laughter to defuse the atmosphere .- I was not sure until it reach puberty. The taste of the "bisteles" which was as I called the steaks, it was so very attractive that came to hide behind the smallest corners of the neighborhood, to swallow some of these delicacies at one sitting, in abandoned the old nursery, dark palm grove, in the crumbling and neglected barracks of a residential electricity abandoned in the back of the wholesale market, which only entered the loading and unloading trucks in the blackness of my room .. . .- The majority of mothers I know would be more than proud that their children develop a taste for meat as I was .... Surely, I would have thought twice before you answer if the question was whether they would like their children as a junkie hooked to all kinds of fresh meat, fresh cut almost throbbing. With a lot of blood .- At the time, simple to eat a gum, was waiting for me invite friends So I walked as little capital as my shoes, almost like the rest of the little boy in the community. I mean, I could not afford very often this kind of luxury. And do you think he spent a single drive in the market to buy meat, you could just say I have luck and put me on the road, not who, but it was there and if it was, I managed to make was; He only had to reach out and grab it. He was aware that my outbursts were not at all normal but I had to get used to the idea and accept it: he had a serious problem .- The first time I gave to the wild, "now that I see from afar it seems a savage - was on a breakaway to the mountain that lies just outside the living room window of our house. Maybe I should not say "fair", as he was thrown a few tens of meters, and what is seen from the lounge are a pair of road in different directions and other buildings like our apartment official protection, but only three stories high, so let me enjoy clear and generally, the view of the mountains .- Well, say that at its peak, a construction was intended to build a luxury residential compound, for what that, on an interim basis, the ministry of building a road dropped describing a circuit where you can access all homes to mention a series of bunkers where control of light cables. Little more could be done. After striking a good couple of bites of poor mountain, found that the material was not for the delicate palates, and vomited everything eaten to leave unhappy and leave the circuit and bare and empty bunkers .- Most of the time mountain was the area of \u200b\u200breflection and solitude. Used to walk looking for signs of the past so remote from my neighborhood, such as abandoned cars, cans, even thought it would come to find a bag full of money and accompanied by a charcoal-stained revolver, but the most interesting thing I discovered was the river dry waste of the construction. Other times, the stage became legendary and furtive impromptu motorcycle racing between "pendejúos" more eggs on the island. The scandal raised could be heard for miles .... But that day was the quiet .- Find the most sensible way to get into a bunker. They had the input on the roof and its structure was submerged under the road level. Access was via a rickety metal ladder to a height of five or six feet and came to lead a room of about seventy square meters, with high concrete boxes that served as an improvised seat browser otr @ s @ s like me. There was to measure the amount of current that would pass the houses at the time worked, but copper is paid, and stole all the cables of bunkers, as well as that of most of the streetlights in the neighborhood. I saw remains of the passage of others, few of its original settlers. This meant that although alone, the place was frequently visited by @ s otr @ s boring freshwater browsers, but for me, seemed to be years of disorder and neglect .- My imagination is crazy trying to overcome the setbacks that fate had imposed on the dirty agujero.Nada could have made me imagine what would happen next. Knew I was alone, because to my knowledge, no one passing through these sites, therefore, the desperate cry for some kind of baby mortally wounded, I did hit a boat that I was almost out of the bunker. I looked terrified the stairs to get out and cry went up in intensity. My eyes went ahead Restless find a single sign that did understand what was going on. Suddenly one of my pupils got to filter the image that even today I have etched in memory: one of the gates rumbrientas drawer cables shaking on its hinges. Something with pink skin and bleeding was struggling while giving vent to his lungs to loosen the tolling of a throat desperate. It appeared that a wild dog and nervous in my chest struggles to get out and the unmistakable chill of fear sweat soaked me back. Anyone know at the time, what kind of creature would come out of cajón.En frustrated when their construction, the mountain was pierced for two reasons: the system of electricity and sewerage. Both as Acabal and with so much success, they came to improvised galleries to share both functions, galleries flowed into the drawers of the bunkers to the left collapsed new doors open to the bugs and little animals that were grown in the wet alcantarillas.La creaking door again and instinctively I bent to search the ground for something to open. I tripped over the hose bundles of high tension cables, hard plastic and cylindrical shape. I grabbed her and forcefully pushed the door fell with alarming scandal and dirty in a cloud of dust. Suddenly, I felt like my ankle was shook under the pressure of the sharp teeth of a ball of gray hair and a long tail that snaked like the Indiana Jones whip. I beat the giant rat several times with plastic tubing, so the only thing that I felt after was a steady, strong beat while blood ran down my dust pie.Miles bubbles bubbling on the ground shrieking and beating hose . The air became unbearable and my throat dried up so fast ... was so thirsty. I tried to swallow, but the only thing that went down my throat were balls of dust, hair spray and rat shit. The lungs had set me on fire and burning tears ran down my face and neck mixing with the dust and dirt and scab forming grooves in my skin. When my body without force not hitting me going blind I could only find a safe piece of wall to lean on and wait for everything to become calmer. Slowly, very slowly, the cloud of dirt was cleared and the atmosphere was left in silence. My pseudo-breathing was still agitated sounds produced by the irritation of my alveoli. Trying to stay calm was when I fell into tears. Still playing but this time more and more low, inside the cabinet. I could not help approach. I was so nervous that I did some strong uncontrollable pangs gland behind the wheels and still not detuve.Se I was a baby cat. A newborn baby and the strange fate of being the only one who survived the attack of rats. He looked so helpless, that the sentence made me pity her and grabbed her hand that I was free. In this position not unlike the rats, except for the ears and bushy tail. I could see his back shaking shaken. Notice the wetness of her blood soaking the back of my hand, it seems that was hurt. I opened my hand to flip it for cleaning the bleeding. With patience I was removing pieces of stone and dust that had clotted with blood. Then I realized the wound of the abdomen, a court hinted more than just a little blood and broken skin. That poor child was dying slowly in my fingers due to a gap in the sting of the troubled stirred ratas.Se blowing a thin trickle of blood on my lips. I can swear to all sorts of laws and religions, that feeling had never appeared among the many with whom I give away the senses. Thousands of invisible arms pulled my eyebrows, my eyelashes, my cheeks, and most of my mouth towards the hole in the gut, was almost without thinking, in a second, blood and guts went in my throat, and with it a wrenching chills bristling up last pore of my skin. Than any orgasm. More powerful than most of the sorpresas.Al after a few minutes, I found myself licking the last traces of animal blood and I could not understand how I could get to that situation. The animal's eyes had become glassy, \u200b\u200ba light blue color of muerte.Esperé to fall the night and left the bunker to address moldy nowhere, dirty, confused and disoriented.
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