ECOFA A viable solution

Introduction

Introduction

The contact key turns and... the engine starts! Francisco,

the mechanic and I exchanged satisfated looks that until

that moment there have been a mixture among certain

incredulity and some scepticism. The only one who

seemed have been quiet and self- confident was Francisco

Angulo. Some instants ago, we have appeared in the

workshop carrying a viscous and yellowish liquid, full of

clots, in a plastic decanter.

- Hi, Nice. Here, we bring you a fuel for the future!

- And are you telling that this fuelt has been produced

from Lorenzo's bar's rubbish?

- As you hear... although it can look a joke, he is here

to corroborate it. We have made it in his nave a week

ago and yesterday he phoned to explain us that in the

upper part of the beaker there was a layer similar to

oil. We have just arrived from Madrid to pick up it.

Have a look! We haven't filtred it because we were

in a hurry...

- But, it's the first step because any clot can obstruct

the pipes or spoil the motor... Listen? Antonio. Are

you sure this loom is trustworthy?

- Look, Nice. The security is given us by Francisco.

This is the first time I am going to verify it. That's

right! I confirm that I have seen personally how it has

been elaborated without any trick. If this loom marks

properly, I will be able to propose a monument is

built in his honour in Soto de la Vega's square

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because he has done the most important discovery in

the XXI Century.

Francisco, who had simply smiled, without saying any

word, took off a handkerchief from his pockel and put it

on an empty receptacle, which Nice's wife had given us,

very gently, after having washed it carefully. Then, he

started to drop the liquid and filter it.

- I am going to put into the motor with these rubbers. It

will be prepared within five minutes – explained us

Nice very kindly.

At that moment, we could only listen to a sepulchral

silence while he started and stopped the motor again and

again. At the same time that, the viscous liquid was filling

the transparent rubber conduit that began in the beaker to

the, for me, complicated inner matters of the vehicle.

Suddenly, the motor didn't start, although Nice continued

turning the contact key insistently because, as he

explained us, the diesel oil which there was in the

injection bomb had been left.

- When the loom comes into the motor, inform me

because this means that it has to be started again at that

moment. If this doesn't happen, there will be some

problems...

- It is going to enter. Don't worry! At the next contact

it will be inside. Francisco, who hasn't nearly spoken

since he had arrived – except at the initial greetings –

shouted as he hds been possessed.

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Those instants seemed the last scene of a science-fiction

film, with a happy ending; we started to smile and

congratulate ourselves, while Nice stepped, firmly and

whithout any fear. the accelerator until getting a deafening

noise.

We were liberating the acumulated tension.

Unexpectedly, my thoughts moved me to the remembers

of the last months...