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collective hysteria. “Look, look at the light, it’s changing!” The light was
still white but the tone had changed.
We noticed that from highest point we could see the column of light
something started to descend. It slowly came into our view. They were
shoes! “Here they come!” shouted Maribel. We left the window open and
immediately ran out of the room screaming. Nereida started praying again.
Kristina suddenly stopped barking. In very low voice I told everyone to
please calm down and to try and listen. Someone knocked on the back door
three times. Again we were struck by paralysis. Again they knocked. Mr.
Toño whispered in my ear to ask who it was.
- Who is it? Who’s there? – I asked.
- It’s me, Amarón.
My heart almost stopped and I couldn’t breathe right. I felt I was out of
breath and I swear I would have rather died than confront that situation.
- I wish to speak with you Amaury.
I couldn’t believe it. He called me by my name. This had to be a joke. I had
to grab on to Mr. Toño’s arm because I thought I would faint and my legs
felt like chewing gum. Every time he uttered a word on the other side of the
door it was a hammer pounding on my mental equilibrium.
I felt, like the others, that we knew absolutely nothing about the world and
its affairs. Each word pronounced by this being form another world carried
a certain weight, and that weight little by little and word for word destroyed
everything I considered real. Nothing is as we think it is. The unknown is
always around the corner waiting for us.
- If you want to talk to me do it from out there. – I said.
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