A little story that happened to me back in 2004. I had just moved to Buenos Aires, to a room that I rented. One or two days after, I did what my mom always told me to do whenever we were living in a new place: go check around what stores, public buildings and the like where near the place. I walked a couple of blocks and decided to turn on the left. There was a downhill slope. I crossed the street and descended on the opposite sidewalk, while watching the houses all around. This was an old neighborhood which had also many new apartment buildings. While I was walking, a house caught my attention. I couldnt turn my eyes off of it... And then, suddenly, I felt a horrible sensation, and had to turn my eyes away from it. I knew that feeling. It was the feeling that something wrong was happening with that house, an unmistakable anguish and pain, altogether. I didnt want to watch at it anymore. To forget that awful sensation, I started to look at the houses on my right, on the sidewalk I was in. I came to a big Avenue, and there were many grocery stores, shoe shops, and even a huge supermarket. I kept walking, and forgot about the house. I lived in that neighborhood for three years. Each time I went to the supermarket, I felt the exact same feeling when watching that house. One day, past my second year there, I was in my day off, during weekdays. It was one of those moments when everything in my room was done, everything tidy...and I was bored. Suddenly, felt the urge to change my home clothes, and go out for a walk. So I did. It was that time when nobody is outside. I had no direction to go, nothing predetermined, nothing to buy or see especifically, so I walked two blocks, turned on my left...and the moment I turned, my heart started to beat furiously. At the door of the house was an ambulance. A few folks were around, watching and talking. I slowed down my pace. At that very moment, the doctors came out, bringing with them a stretcher table with a body, covered completely with bed sheets. Then I saw that was a coroner ambulance. I stayed there, watching. And praying. I never knew who lived there, as the house was in very bad condition, though it was a 1970 + house, judging from the arquitectonical style. The house was inhabited, but I never saw anybody coming out of it, and the only time I did...the person was dead.... I kept walking, like an automat. Went to the supermarket just to clear my mind and reflect in what I had just seen, bought a couple of things that I needed, and when I returned, everybody around the house was gone, including the ambulance. It was like if nothing had happened. The sun was shinning so bright, that was inimaginable that just a moment ago there was a corpse on the street....The light on the house remained on, as it always had been. I came back to my room. Didnt want to listen to music, or do anything. But at the same time, felt a sensation of relief. It was over, for whoever was suffering in that house, it was over, at last. And I had the feeling that my urge to get dressed and went down that street hadnt been casual. I didnt know the purpose, but I thought that the purpose was to pray so that soul could reach the light. But , there is a big chance that the purpose was none, whatsoever.
Posted on: Mon, 02 Dec 2013 21:05:04 +0000
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