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Things were getting difficult because I not started yet to inquire the whereabouts of the
               son of Belicena Villca and my vacations were ending. However when I left from Santa María, the
               moral  was  high  and  I  had  more  faith  than  ever.  To  that  had  contributed  the  prolonged
               conferences that I sustained with extraordinary relative. But let’s go back to those days of my
               convalescence, when Uncle Kurt initiated the narration of his fantastic life.











               Chapter II



                      As I’m medic, in the first days of the convalescence, I comphrehended that this would be
               long, so, disposing of the enough time, I did not see any reasons to not tell my adventure to
               Uncle Kurt. I never experienced the desire to share my business whith anyone and I have never
               had confidents neither. But now it was different. Since the day of the seism, I came bemoaning
               because I had nobody to trust; someone the enough «spirtual» as to not scoff about the events
               occurred  around  the  death  of  Beliena  Villca.  But  who  could  also  dispose  of  the  necessary
               freedom to assume a knowledge that implied so grave dangers.

                      Ina  given  moment  I  thought  to  resort  to  Profesor  Ramírez,  but  then  I  felt  ashamed
               about  this  selfish  idea  that  could  put  in  danger  the  life  and  mind  of  this  exemplary  man
               dedicated to his charis and family.

                      I was disgruntled since then because I felt that I was starting to manage ideas that were
               too «big», too inhuman, that could perturbe me if I not shared them. Hence that suddenly a
               man resuscitates the past of my blood to whom I never dreamt to met. A solitary man like
               me; of action. An experienced man and in an age in which is not feared for life due to the
               death begins to become a reality.


                      Yes –I thought decided– I’d trust everything to Kurt.

                      At the beginning we talk about trifles because we avoided to tell our secrests; I didn’t
               reveal the motive of my visist and he about the brutal attack of the dogs and his truncheon. I
               spoke him  about my studies and parents; he explained me the techniques to  obtain a  good
               arrope of opuntia.


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