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George Orwell 1 9 8 4<br />
everything?' todo?<br />
'Yes.' — Sí.<br />
'Then get away from me as quick as you can.' — Entonces, márchate <strong>de</strong> mi lado lo más pronto<br />
que puedas.<br />
She need not have told him that. But for the moment<br />
they could not extricate themselves from the crowd.<br />
The trucks were still filing past, the people still<br />
insatiably gaping. At the start there had been a few<br />
boos and hisses, but it came only from the Party<br />
members among the crowd, and had soon stopped.<br />
The prevailing emotion was simply curiosity.<br />
Foreigners, whether from Eurasia or from Eastasia,<br />
were a kind of strange animal. One literally never<br />
saw them except in the guise of prisoners, and even<br />
as prisoners one never got more than a momentary<br />
glimpse of them. Nor did one know what became of<br />
them, apart from the few who were hanged as warcriminals:<br />
the others simply vanished, presumably<br />
into forced-labour camps. The round Mogol faces<br />
had given way to faces of a more European type,<br />
dirty, bear<strong>de</strong>d and exhausted. From over scrubby<br />
cheekbones eyes looked into Winston's, sometimes<br />
with strange intensity, and flashed away again. The<br />
convoy was drawing to an end. In the last truck he<br />
could see an aged man, his face a mass of grizzled<br />
hair, standing upright with wrists crossed in front of<br />
him, as though he were used to having them bound<br />
together. It was almost time for Winston and the girl<br />
to part. But at the last moment, while the crowd still<br />
hemmed them in, her hand felt for his and gave it a<br />
fleeting squeeze.<br />
It could not have been ten seconds, and yet it seemed<br />
a long time that their hands were clasped together.<br />
He had time to learn every <strong>de</strong>tail of her hand. He<br />
explored the long fingers, the shapely nails, the<br />
work-har<strong>de</strong>ned palm with its row of callouses, the<br />
smooth flesh un<strong>de</strong>r the wrist. Merely from feeling it<br />
he would have known it by sight. In the same instant<br />
it occurred to him that he did not know what colour<br />
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No necesitaba habérselo dicho. Pero, por lo pronto,<br />
no se podía mover. Los camiones no <strong>de</strong>jaban <strong>de</strong><br />
pasar y la gente no se cansaba <strong>de</strong> expresar su<br />
entusiasmo. Aunque es verdad que solamente lo<br />
expresaban abriendo la boca en señal <strong>de</strong><br />
estupefacción. Al Principio había habido algunos<br />
abucheos y silbidos, pero procedían sólo <strong>de</strong> los<br />
miembros <strong>de</strong>l Partido y pronto cesaron. La<br />
emoción dominante era sólo la curiosidad. Los<br />
extranjeros, ya fueran <strong>de</strong> Eurasia o <strong>de</strong> Asia<br />
Oriental, eran como animales raros. No había<br />
manera <strong>de</strong> verlos, sino como prisioneros; e incluso<br />
como prisioneros no era posible verlos más que<br />
unos segundos. Tampoco se sabía qué hacían con<br />
ellos aparte <strong>de</strong> los ejecutados públicamente como<br />
criminales <strong>de</strong> guerra. Los <strong>de</strong>más se esfumaban,<br />
seguramente en los campos <strong>de</strong> trabajos forzados.<br />
Los redondos rostros mongólicos habían <strong>de</strong>jado<br />
paso a los <strong>de</strong> tipo más europeo, sucios, barbudos y<br />
exhaustos. Por encima <strong>de</strong> los salientes pómulos, los<br />
ojos <strong>de</strong> algunos miraban a los <strong>de</strong> Winston con una<br />
extraña intensidad y pasaban al instante. El convoy<br />
se estaba terminando. En el último camión vio<br />
Winston a un anciano con la cara casi oculta por<br />
una masa <strong>de</strong> cabello, muy erguido y con los puños<br />
cruzados sobre el pecho. Daba la sensación <strong>de</strong> estar<br />
acostumbrado a que lo ataran. Era imprescindible<br />
que Winston y la chica se separaran ya. Pero en el<br />
último momento, mientras que la multitud los<br />
seguía apretando el uno contra el otro, ella le cogió<br />
la mano y se la estrechó.<br />
No habría durado aquello más <strong>de</strong> diez segundos y,<br />
sin embargo, parecía que sus manos habían estado<br />
unidas durante una eternidad. Por lo menos, tuvo<br />
Winston tiempo sobrado para apren<strong>de</strong>rse <strong>de</strong><br />
memoria todos los <strong>de</strong>talles <strong>de</strong> aquella mano <strong>de</strong><br />
mujer. Exploró sus largos <strong>de</strong>dos, sus uñas bien<br />
formadas, la palma endurecida por el trabajo con<br />
varios callos y la suavidad <strong>de</strong> la carne junto a la