Suddenly I feel an impulse to write in english... sometimes in the shower, I talk alone and when I try it in spanish it's so weird.. and when I think, I'm very careful about the accent... I prefer british and I've become to understand it more and more...
Today was very very cold and rainy and stormy... My classmates and me were in classes and the sound of a thunder became from somewhere and some chicks shouted "ah!" and some just laughed and another said "it's so stupid to be scared because a thunder".. I was one who were laughing, he he he... I don't feel scared or something because nature phenomenon. I remember a day so far in the time (I was twelve or eleven, maybe... oh! it's almost ten years!) and I was so calm sleeping in my bed... suddenly, a tremor began and my dad woke up and said: Tamara! Wake up! and I said: No, papa, it's just a tremor... But he insisted and it was so annoying to listen: Tamara! Tamara! Now! Tamara!, and I just wanted to sleep, so I was good and woke up and... I slipped because I was wearing socks and I fell to the floor and one of my feet hit against it and... It was the most painful thing has happened to me... So, after that, i cried for a sec and said to my dad: You see? it was just a tremor... So, he took me to the hospital and in there they put me into the x-ray room and I was thinking all the time: Maybe they'll cut my entire leg because the damage in the foot or maybe I'll have probs to walk normally... or the most great... i'll have a wheelchair!!! And I was thinking about a man who has one and it was very hi-tech, because he must just push some buttons and the wheelchair moved!!! But that old guy was just a stupid idiot bastard so my idea wasn't the great after all... i didn't wanted to have a fantastic wheelchair if somebody like him had one... I remembered too a day when I was walking from school to home, very tired and angry because the classes were very stupid and I was walking with a couple of friends and we saw this hi-tech old man in his great wheelchair and we had to cross the street to the corner and we were face to face with him and he was so mean because he couldn't pass because of us... and I just wanted to kick his ass but i coudn't because two reasons: one, he was sick, he didn't use to drive the wheelchair because he wanted and two, I guess this guy was able to hit me back and do it stronger than I could do it at the moment... Well.. finally, my foot has no problems and I just needed some days to rest in bed (watching t.v., eating kuchen, reading, listening the radio or painting)... Mom was very worried when we got back to home and she said to my dad: You see? it was just a tremor... and I laughed a lot because dad was like a lil' boy and I was sick of the foot and mom just wanted to be like a nurse and put me into my bed and lookafter me and give me everything I want and to be more like-a-mom with me than with my bros. They were very angry and jaelous and they were bothering me all the time and i couldn't defend myself cause i was a kind of phenomenon and I coudn't walk normally and they said me: cripple! cripple! and i didn't know if hit them, to laugh, be angry or just ignore them... Well, I decided to hit them throwing them things like paper balls, pencils, pillows and even shoes... and I also ignored them when I decided to read first and to hit them when they were bothering me more than enough... But sometimes they just wanted to be my companion in my sickness (well, i was almost a cripple) and they asked me about my books, why I was reading them or why i liked to paint o write and Why i loved the old black and white Tv of my Grandma if I couldn't watch in colours... I loved it because its box was entire white and the screen grey and the switch was in black, without a remote control! I used to watch tv with my grandma since i was so little... When i used to have my hair like a mod and everybody loved me because my skin was so white and my hair so dark and my lips so pink and i was a kind of little adult, because i talked and talked and talked and talked and said poetry or some tales, always with my mod-hair and my black doll-shoes.. but always angry because I hated to hace the attention of everyone... well... my sickness ended and i didn't need again somebody to do something i coudn't... and.. everything just because a tremor!
Now, my memories chest opened up an I think I will write about them again, probably here or maybe not... Well, now i might be translating a part of a book from François Jost about reality shows, but i'm here writing... Good night
well, in this shot I was keeping into my pocket the key of my memories chest... but.. i lost it!!!
0 Sugerencias, Reclamos, Recados:
Publicar un comentario