For that very reason. Before the tourists molaban. They came to
Not now. Some cursed guiris
children of perfidious Albion (c'mon, Iggy land) are clean and do not cry let me sleep. I'm usually a calm and patient, but if something changes my time is to not sleep.
If there is a slaughter, you know, that will have been in self-defense. ಠ _ ಠ
Nah, just kidding. That is a good time, that for that vacation. But yes, thank you not came within shouting at this time of night. Not for nothing, but I like to sleep.
Speaking of foreigners, I just remembered something that happened to me three years ago in this same place. It is a tortuous history that brings tears to my eyes whenever I remember ... I
the title ... "The buck"
This story begins on a hot August day in 2007. I, like every evening, returning to the apartment at night, exhausted after dining out, and I pushed on the couch, ready to sleep. For me this situation was delicious, almost more than the food that had taste, so I fell rendered in dreamland after a while.
If I said I was having a wonderful dream I'd be lying, because I do not remember what my brain was invented, but something I have to admit, is that my dream was interrupted suddenly when something woke me suddenly.
- BUAAARGH! BUAAARGH! - Shouted a strange voice - BUAAAARGH!
What was that? sounded like a poor pig being tortured by vandals, or perhaps as the pitiful cries of a university at which a Machiavellian zombie brains to devour. It sounds complicated to describe, as there are many nuances that I can translate anything rich vocabulary, but if I had to define it in a word, choose the following: monstrous. That
hoarsely shouting never stopped coming the hell that creature. What was the cause of his tears? I honestly did not know and neither is that important to me. For me, oh, innocent creature of the sky, the most important thing was that some unknown body had interrupted my sleep.
- Damn ... - Cursed, looking at his watch - "The seven in the morning?! But who is the miserable cries may be sticking at this hour?! - I tossed on the couch, angry - can not wait to annoy your neighbor!
- BUAAAAARGH! - Followed their cries - BUAAAARGH!
Seconds later, I saw the moody figure of my mother. I assumed that those screams were also raised.
- What the hell is that?! Holy shit, Holy shit! "I'm paying the fucking balls to the hotel can not sleep?! - My sainted mother was complaining quite rightly in the world - What's that shouting?!
- do not know, but I think it is a baby - I said - anyway, you can say to the reception to be told something to the parents of the child, are not waking hours staff.
- BUAAAARGH! BUAAAARGH!
Soon, those cries over. I was delighted, and tried to sleep again. In the final analysis, this is one of the few things that I am an expert. I spent the rest of the day tired, but I must admit that the situation had seemed relatively funny.
What I did not expect at all was that the situation be repeated.
Miss Fortune, once again allied with the enemy camp sleep and made the deepest of my misfortunes happen again. Indeed, the next morning I returned to listen to those screaming. As he had done the day before, I checked the time: 7 am. What kind of trick was this? Who in their right mind would scream in such a way so early?
I could not understand, but apparently my father could not.
- Damn ... Again ... - He stretched - If I wanted to wake up at seven, I had bought an alarm clock ...
- Father I think that comes from the front door - I said -. I called them you care.
- How?
- For I throw a stone in the head, I know! What is not going to let me wake up at seven!
- BUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
- I shit on everything ... - My mother growling in the background.
And at that moment that hoarse voice was silenced. There I realized that this was a battle between us and that enigmatic existence that seemed to rejoice the suffering of our souls.
But I, sir, I am not a person who rejects a match so easily. And even less to lose.
But what could I do to defeat such a beast? I could get up even earlier and begin to cry in front of his door, but that would be too suspicious. The vision of a girl crying in the hall is not too usual around here.
few hours later, when we went to refresh our tortured bodies on the beach, I was staring at the front door. After she was my enemy, my rival vital.
- Why is the bastard that does not cry at this hour? - My sweet mother crossed her arms and frowned - I just do not explain it!
- Maybe it's a Gremlin - sighed -. Hopefully tomorrow will give us the conciertito ...
The days passed and the scene was repeated like a déjà vu in question. What happened? Does God was testing me? Perhaps some unknown evil entity had reincarnated in some poor creature, and now was cruelly punished?
Again, the answers to those questions were unknown to me could say I was somewhat indifferent. What I wanted to know was why not let me sleep.
A few days back from the beach with my dear parents. It was night and was so hungry and tired, so all I wanted to do was take a shower, eat something and lie down on the couch until it was a new day. However, just before entering the apartment, an imperious presence caught my attention.
was him.
He, my enemy! My opponent vital! My ... my misery!
was he, a mere toddler.
- BUAAAARGH! BUAAAAAAAARGH!
While that was screaming at that hour was unusual for him, not what surprised me most, but its appearance. He was a boy of about three or four years of perfect golden curls and a seemingly smooth and shiny skin, pale as a pearl. I was amazed yet terrified creature. His eyes, almost as gray as his soul, did not emit any life, and for some reason, were fixed on a very specific point of space.
I turned and followed his gaze, and much to my embarrassment, the boy was peering into a portion of wall. A simple flat wall portion. Perhaps he could sense powers and spirits and other non-physical entities?
- BUAAAARGH! BUAAAAAARGH! - Screamed without tears in his eyes, giving almost understand that I was singing - BUAAARGH!
His face was not typical of a person who was sobbing, but rather that of a boy who had nothing better to do in those moments that mimic a monster movie made on a budget.
- Watch it, watch it! There is the bastard, screaming! - My mother said, combines the knowledge that her parents could hear - top front of our door!
- do not understand. The door of her apartment is open - my father pointed to that door - what's up, opened the door only to deafen or what?
- Puto kid in the balls ... - My mother groaned again.
took breath, my chest puffed valentíay I approached the boy, who never ceased to emit strange noises for his great mouth. I stared at him, narrowing his eyes so he could feel my high level of dissatisfaction.
Surprisingly, the baby stopped screaming and I looked back, reaching a point where it almost looked like a Niñ or ordinary.
- What fein is fucked - quite rightly remarked my father.
slyly smiled, feeling as if I'd won the battle of vision as I myself had created. It was the clear winner and pride filled my chest as he realized it.
- buck, what's wrong? - I asked him politely.
- Ask him why he is screaming in the hallway, fuck - my wise mother rebuked.
The child, after hesitating for a short period of time, he chose the cowardly way: no reply. I put a look of displeasure at such an attitude. If there is something you can not do in a war is to underestimate the opponent, and this little boy was humiliated by not responding.
- I get tired. Can not we go home? - He complained about my father - My feet hurt.
- Go you - -. ordained I want to know who the parents of the boy and why he can scream like that.
- That, that - supported my mother.
After that, the parents of that beast out the door smiling, pushing a stroller for bebésy several suitcases with them. I watched carefully, restoring accidentally smiling at such a joy, and shut the door.
seemed they were going to leave the hotel.
took leave of us in English distante de ser perfecto y se fueron. El niño me volvió a mirar y me sonrió con malicia, dándome a entender algo que no fui capaz de comprender. Los padres comenzaron a hablar entre ellos en inglés, con un marcado acento de aquel país que tantos turistas nos brindaba cada año.
- ¡Pero si son ingleses! - Exclamé con irritación - ¡Maldita sea! ¡Qué mal corazón!
Y así fue, como por primera vez en bastantes días, fui capaz de dormir hasta las dos de la tarde sin ser interrumpida ni once. Compañíay happiness made me hug me on the couch.
That happiness was provided by my precious stuffed pig.
FIN.
Summary for people who do not want to read such NORDAC: One day a child was sleeping and woke me up at a shout. I was not crying, just crying because I was a kid so silly and fun. Days passed and it was happening. One day, returning from the beach, I found the child screaming in the hallway, looking into our wall. I addressed a few words and went from me because I know English. His parents came with suitcases because they went home or I know where.
FIN.
guiris scandalous Damn ...
Incidentally, while writing this nonsense ... Have been very quiet the bastards! Come to conspiring
