On Saturday, after a long time without seeing it, I came to the house of an old and good friend who found eager, ready for what, judging by the equipment and clothing that accommodated, was an expedition of heavy leather boots and high cane, khaki clothing, helmet scanner, compass, survival knife "Explora- Brewer "and I think even a canteen. Before proceeding, let me explain to younger than the knife that I mentioned is the brainchild of world-renowned Venezuelan explorer Charles Brewer Carias, whose blade is forged from chrome stainless steel, according to standard AISI 420 of USA, and was tempered with a Rockwell hardness 54-55 RC variable. Go to you know what it means that thing, but one imagines that if it has to be something great.
One of the qualities that struck at the time was the knob or handle of the knife that not only had a very weighted guardamontes specialists, but also a cavity in which they had saved Conmel couple of pills (" still exist?), thread, needle, two Alka-Seltzer, a priest, antivenom, two packets of Splenda (newly built), six water purification tablets and two condoms (optional).
That survival knife down, the girdle of its inventor, the 350 meters the famous deep potholes or trenches of Sarisariñama, discovered in Bolivar State in 1974 and which houses the fascinating world of wildlife specimens that are not in another part of the planet. That is, are endogenous, with forgiveness of the noun as "striped."
- You go to the Gran Sabana, I snapped sharply.
- No, man, what an idea of \u200b\u200byours. Do you not see that this Tuesday is November 2?
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- Hey, that is the day of the faithful departed - he said and walked into a room, which I took quickly to take the Black-Berry, go to Google and then Wikipedia. When my friend returned I left impressed.
- Ah, yes, the day of the faithful departed. That's nothing more here. Note that in the 1910 edition of the Encyclopaedia Britannica, and he devoted a paragraph to this religious tradition, "I said perfect naturalness. But I reacted quickly to see that my friend had in his hands a repellent spray.
- Well, but what does all this perolero with All Souls?
- Dude, How old do you have to not go to the Southern General Cemetery? "Was his reply.
I took the movie a year ago and I had to agree. I had to accompany a friend in the tragic moments of the funeral of a relative and I reminded myself hesitating at the entrance of the cemetery, measuring the high grasses blowing in the wind, and beyond the ramazones and vines that have been woven, embracing sculpture marble and iron crosses, to form a forest so dense as that which deposited the Sleeping Beauty, but with pests. Where there was no bush, yes organic and inorganic waste, rocks blocking the tracks, a piece of stone here and there and a loneliness that really overwhelms the spirit, rather than bone presence of the departed. Here, one thinks, must have already emerged as the native species Sarisariñama. In addition haunted by the underworld. And I did not scout knife.
By contrast, came to us the memory of La Recoleta, the first public cemetery in Buenos Aires, opened in 1822, 54 years before the Caracas cemetery and historic-artistic monument and is supposed to be ours, where tourists (yes, because there as in La Chacarita, which lies Gardel, is tourism) are greeted by beautiful babe that will extend three dollars Carte Parcours et or the Karte und Rundgang or Map and Itinerary , or plane and itinerary of the cemetery in four languages, which states how to get to the 159 most important tombs.
In our country, if you're brave (or unconscious) and insists, can live an incredible experience as we played at the foot of my friend's family vault. Suddenly he opened his scrubland and a female voice spoke at the height of the right ear:
- Lord I have the Ice cold. One
overlaps and nothing more by curiosity question:
- At what price?
- A small seven and nine the third ...
- Lady, and we were in Las Mercedes!
- Ssshhhhh ... "ordered the priest who stole his neck reads responsible.
Mrs., brown, round, with a cap for the scorching sun, turns away and walks into the makeshift chariot wheels of bicycles and has built a cooler, but not before insisting imperturbable:
- Malta also took the ...
dead Poor, poor cemetery. I never thought I would see on a Resquiecant in Pace as cruel as it is today ...
(Published in the newspaper Tal Cual on Sunday October 31, 2010)
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