APACHE ZONE

the girl from the neighborhood

Chapter 1

  I know the blind man sleeping and the lame man sitting. At least for then it was what I thought;  that I knew them all.  But my friend Raúl, seven years older than me, showed me that it was not so that what I knew he had forgotten and saved my life that almost fateful night of March;  Since then I have known that I am a sponge, I absorb everything and I hardly like to show what I know;  Well, as the criminals in my neighborhood say jokingly: I do not like to know much the more you know the more sticks the police give you to speak!

  That night to which I refer to something about her three months ago I had predicted, not by my intelligence I swear that I did not know the word KARMA;  but subconsciously if of its meaning.  And with examples I already knew that in my neighborhood it pays with death to be a sneak.

  I was there enraptured looking at the girl who came to us.  and it was not that it was ugly nor much less beautiful, it was more a little slum!  It seemed to me and to confirm it he was drinking a drink at the peak of a bottle.

But who cares! if she bends down to pee, she is welcome to do it!

  OH!  that girl was the zize of a night of all men, of which one sends to sit and lie down, Raúl always suspiciously inquired her with a glance over his shoulder and between his teeth he muttered something that no one understood, but gesturally left no room  to doubts: that he did not want to see her again by the wax of his house.

  "Sorry!"  I just took the route and I liked it so much because it made me look pretty, nothing else came.  And I am like the toad that is waiting for mosquitoes but if a fly will also catch it;  Idiotized I really wanted to exchange body fluids not only salivary but also genital ...

  What even grayish skin does it have!  -I was saying.

  But for a car without insurance to kill me better a woman with the C ..!  Laughs

  And Raúl interrupted the musings of this anuro:

  Hey astronaut raphy!  - he told me.  Welcome to earth!  And I snap my fingers demanding attention.
  Because he realized he had a half-hearted receiver, I pleased him by giving him due attention for a few minutes.  More Raúl paused and lit his cigarette.

  And it was then when I turned to the girl I saw her and I believed that she wanted to break my face with her bottle;  same that she no longer had anything more than the evil and unsuspected intention of that bad girl.

  What a contemptuous pearl!  ;  Now she's not a girl, she's a girl!  ;  She didn't know me!
  Could it be my imaginations ?!

  It was very fleeting, it was not clear to me, she was cleverly concealed her attempt very well, leaving me only a trivial suspicion of that penetrating look with red eyes that looked at me just as pending;  but that could also be due to a burning water of those bad ones that are only found in my neighborhood.

  That placed me worse than a toilet paper wrapped in one hand, that if we do not look at it we do not know if it is clean or clear;  from behind, not being a mirror, reflects something to us.

  Do you have problems with your so-and-so husband?  Raúl asked her.

  She grumbled and shook her head and in her gestures I noticed that it was a problem, that Raúl knew her and that she lived nearby, but no more from there and would keep it that way.  For he was still threateningly clutching his mallet-shaped bottle.

  And if Raúl's answer reassures me, not entirely;  He was very much at my right hand with his bottle, and those eyes had penetrated me and I now wanted to carry the singing voice.
  With a distant Raúl who did not listen but who could hear him in the background, I drew up my plans to make the hare jump.

  and go!  Here you will see that it would not be in vain:

  With the thumb under my jaw the index finger bent over my nose and the other fingers in front of the mouth in the shape of a tube.  At first glance it seemed that in the abstract I drank and was filled by an invisible and non-existent glass.  But in my palpable interior I offered for my safety, because if this hare had to threaten at least my nose and my mouth with this defense pose they would be protected.

  I knew that if I left I would be damaged, but I had to take risks because at that moment the words would not speak only the facts.

  This being so and seeing that his intentions did not speak, it was necessary to see how he acted:

  Sitting down I checked my shirt taking my hands behind me and there, leaving them, I jumped into the chair, it was all part of my plan, that was a well-known neighborhood gesture very particular to the one who carries a dagger.

  Luckily for me she was a slum because these neighborhood codes I have not anyone who comes to her;  But I was betting on her, it was that she was not one of those girls raised eating Kellogs' sugar cubes or watching the cartoon network in a residential complex.  She wasn't like that. She was just like me. She was from some Apache Zone.  And indeed as I bet I reacted to my pantomime.

  I turned the omelette over to her and she was intimidated by such reciprocity: bottle by stab!
  Never would anyone ever consider it was not a good game.

  And so he walked away from our side threatened and frustrated for not achieving his mission.  And I filled with relief knowing that the bottle scars do not erase, I thought that the night had completely absorbed my luck.

  This time the mountain went to Mohammed!  - I told myself.

  And Raul smiled at me and with a wink she gave me the credit, but the girl came back and overshadowed our moment when she yelled at Raúl from afar:

  If you were smart you wouldn't have people like that in front of your house!

  I was tempted to chase her to ask her why she had said that, but it was unlikely that she would say it like that anymore, since I considered her a threat and she equally considered me.  It was a topic for another day and, above all, I understood deep down that it was very probable that what she said was somewhat correct.

  At such a point I observed her carefully trusting always in my photographic memory, polished to the greatest detail because being one on the streets: license plates, addresses, moments, dates and gestures of people like her could not afford to forget them.

  And more in these cases in which they tried to cause me wrong I was not allowed to stay with the doubts, sooner rather than later I had to settle the accounts with her and thus put a face on whoever had sent her to me;  however this would not be necessary.

  To my bittersweet surprise that very night what I feared happened.

  More people came for me ...