between peaks
( Column # 3 published in 2008 in the late portal Ekovoces News )
The Micro has as many laps that you do not know where you are. Just trust that between the chaos of broken tracks, roads and trails closed with bars adorned with more than police together have you seen in your life you can get at least about the whereabouts in which you descend. You complain quietly believing that nobody listens to you, but the conductor looks at you and raises an eyebrow. Miss, we too have made a mess, he says. You will turn around the eyes, then close them. A to grind, some yelling, and the feeling of weightlessness you indicate that you will go down in a place not think that day arrive.
The micro (bus) that I travel to get home has many turns in recent days that I do not know if the path that is what makes me closer to the street where I live. The first to appear were a few panels from the municipality that would be undertaken works "to improve our city." Signed the notice, the mayor of Lima and those magical letters justifying the reason for the execution of work: APEC 2008 - Rehabilitation of Avenue X. Orange tights then emerged that blocked the way to finally see pieces of pavement and heavy equipment with every movement seemed to repeat the earthquake last August. We'll fix the city because the APEC summit will be held in Lima this year, seems to shout all the work being done - at a time - in the city and further hinder the already congested traffic in Lima.
To further complicate the situation, because of the V Latin America, Caribbean and European Union also held in Lima, have been closed with gates, police, guard and even armored assault some of the main arteries through which mobilized routes connecting important points city. The visit of the leaders of most countries around the world has been put on high alert to law enforcement. Yesterday was returning by bus from downtown Lima and saw mounted police walking along the Avenida Arequipa. I took out my cellphone and took a picture. I was funny to see the horses confused between the traffic and some school as surprised as I tried to approach and pet her head adorned with pompoms horse of ripening fruit. Much caution, how afraid, I thought.
This digression reminded me that Melissa Patiño, a young poet accused of terrorism and jailed for two months without trial, had been released the previous day. One of the accusations (without proof, I repeat) that weighed against him was that he was planning attacks on the summits. The microphone fell into a pothole, I raised the volume of music. Complemented a dangerous curve between drivers with a little run to win the next passenger transported me to another news of recent days: the revolt of students and the San Marcos police intervention at the university. More than fifteen Students prisoners, two seriously injured, a vehicle fire and destruction, all for protesting against the construction of a bypass (which has closed the avenue Venezuela roughly from September), which invades part of the land occupied by the National University San Marcos, dean of America, public, secular, according to official reports, not students crowded but troublemakers.
Detour. It seemed that after a few blocks from the bus route back to normal. I lowered the volume, I thought I should write the column. I had so many turns of the topics that I can only think to write about that, turns, bends, loose news, stories fragmented braking. Again a closed street away from the route. I frowned. I got off. I preferred to walk, run and students of the video taken at the time of the protest San Marcos. Run, dammit, run, the Tombos are entering college. The Tombos can not enter ... Run, I said. Those words and the sound of the shoes by friction against the floor reverberated in my head. It seems that prevention is at its maximum height, a dangerous point where fair pay for sinners and that no one is sure the way back home.
Hello, Goodbye
The micro (bus) that I travel to get home has many turns in recent days that I do not know if the path that is what makes me closer to the street where I live. The first to appear were a few panels from the municipality that would be undertaken works "to improve our city." Signed the notice, the mayor of Lima and those magical letters justifying the reason for the execution of work: APEC 2008 - Rehabilitation of Avenue X. Orange tights then emerged that blocked the way to finally see pieces of pavement and heavy equipment with every movement seemed to repeat the earthquake last August. We'll fix the city because the APEC summit will be held in Lima this year, seems to shout all the work being done - at a time - in the city and further hinder the already congested traffic in Lima.
To further complicate the situation, because of the V Latin America, Caribbean and European Union also held in Lima, have been closed with gates, police, guard and even armored assault some of the main arteries through which mobilized routes connecting important points city. The visit of the leaders of most countries around the world has been put on high alert to law enforcement. Yesterday was returning by bus from downtown Lima and saw mounted police walking along the Avenida Arequipa. I took out my cellphone and took a picture. I was funny to see the horses confused between the traffic and some school as surprised as I tried to approach and pet her head adorned with pompoms horse of ripening fruit. Much caution, how afraid, I thought.
This digression reminded me that Melissa Patiño, a young poet accused of terrorism and jailed for two months without trial, had been released the previous day. One of the accusations (without proof, I repeat) that weighed against him was that he was planning attacks on the summits. The microphone fell into a pothole, I raised the volume of music. Complemented a dangerous curve between drivers with a little run to win the next passenger transported me to another news of recent days: the revolt of students and the San Marcos police intervention at the university. More than fifteen Students prisoners, two seriously injured, a vehicle fire and destruction, all for protesting against the construction of a bypass (which has closed the avenue Venezuela roughly from September), which invades part of the land occupied by the National University San Marcos, dean of America, public, secular, according to official reports, not students crowded but troublemakers.
Detour. It seemed that after a few blocks from the bus route back to normal. I lowered the volume, I thought I should write the column. I had so many turns of the topics that I can only think to write about that, turns, bends, loose news, stories fragmented braking. Again a closed street away from the route. I frowned. I got off. I preferred to walk, run and students of the video taken at the time of the protest San Marcos. Run, dammit, run, the Tombos are entering college. The Tombos can not enter ... Run, I said. Those words and the sound of the shoes by friction against the floor reverberated in my head. It seems that prevention is at its maximum height, a dangerous point where fair pay for sinners and that no one is sure the way back home.
Hello, Goodbye
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