MADNESS AS TO OUR LIKE ANY TIME PAST WAS BETTER. MADNESS

MADNESS AS TO OUR LIKE ANY TIME PAST WAS BETTER. MADNESS




In front of the house there was a wasteland where we played ball in our leisure time. The problem was when we didn't have a ball to play, but in those cases we had Mimi la Meona. It was a girl of about 13 years old who was still wetting her bed. Her mother, an Indian woman who gave her what my mother called “fits of fury”, that is, she sometimes started screaming and fighting, screaming in a way of a caged lioness that was heard throughout the block. The truth was that when Marilú, who was the daughter's real name, would pee in bed, she would tie her the rest of the night with a rope to the trunk of a coconut tree in the patio and her mother would have a fit of fury. The girl screamed and screamed all night until the neighbor Ada jumped over the fence that separated the two patios and took her home out of pity. I don't know if as a result of that punishment or illness Marilu had given her facial paralysis and had one side of her face contracted as if she was laughing all the time.
 But it was good and helpful. We called her because she had an old and grungy doll that was missing an eye and part of her hair and was made of rubber. We ripped his head off and he served us a ball. Mimi la Meona, while the game was going on, would sit down to watch us and stand on a stone with her normal face against the neighboring wall so that it seemed that she was always laughing and that stimulated us in the game to have such an attentive fan.
 When it was all over, he would take the doll's head, check it for new damage, and return home, laughing with joy at one face.


DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBANO URUGUAY, GENIO