Fragment of
the novel "Palms and Ombues"
ARCO ORLO.
The bus was
quickly down the highway linking Montevideo to Tacuarembó department. We were
in the summer and the heat and the smell of sweat were sweltering. Passengers
dozed or bored watching the landscape that passed on both sides of the road. I
also watched the picture to my left, lined by green pastures and wool sheeps
and cows. Occasionally the monotony was broken by a yellowish ceibo under which
the cows took shelter from the burning sun.
Iñaqui Echevarria slept beside me with
loud snoring. We agreed not to sleep during the trip so that your snoring
cursed not disturb the other passengers. But No. With his long legs and neck
stretched seemed a steam locomotive damaged. They say that snoring during sleep
is that is at peace with himself and has the spirit sedate. I for one do not
usually sleep during any trip either by bus, train or aircraft long flight. It
must be that my damned spirits are always restless and those of Iñaqui enjoy
the peace of the Lord. I know him well and is not so: it has a thousand demons
that haunt him.
The bus
stopped frequently by stray cattle grazing along the path where the grass was
taller and fresh. You could tell that a rainstorm had swept the area, puddles
and bright pasture
After nearly five hours of travel, which
was the time stipulated by Iñaqui, I was surprised to see my left a not very
high hill. White, by the stone and the sun was rising on a hill. I remembered a
thick cock beheaded.
__ We are already reaching Tacuarembó__
Iñaqui said after waking up for my elbow that strikes him. He looked around and
saw the imposing hill.
Finally. I said to myself, after five hours
with numb ass on that trip that passed me by the balls.
We arrived at the terminal of the provincial
capital city. Iñaqui first thing he did was look for the cafeteria. It was his
favorite vice: food. The other was sex. We ordered half giant moons with ham,
cheese and butter, watered by coke. And appetite sated, we devote ourselves to
find a hotel or an inn (the latter was the favorite of Iñaqui by lower costs)
A few blocks from the terminal, asking, they
indicated one. Small and with an awning on the outside where an old man sat in
bermudas graying taking the cool of the evening. He was the owner. It turned
out that there was no longer quotas. The next day there would be a close event.
Villa Ancina, a town about 50 kilometers from Tacuarembó the feast of Our Lady
of Itati be held. Reason that everything was full.
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