Micronovel «Gracias» Part 4

It is written in English and Spanish.

My third visit to Gracias.

I was waiting for Gracias at the bus terminal; while I was idly observing an immensely long line of people trying to buy toilet paper at a small convenience store across the road. On the one side of the store, there were two women arguing with each other to get on the back of an old truck – which happened to be the only mode of public transportation actually available at the bus terminal. I saw many people desperately begging for money for food – they were extremely emaciated and you could see the hunger screaming pitifully from their eyes.

Suddenly Gracias appeared out of nowhere, brandishing a a beer in her right hand and accompanied by her Aunt – who was a jilted woman because her husband had abandoned her for a rich woman. I accompanied them to a liquor store which was surrounded by groups of people listening to various genres of music, dancing and drinking alcohol – some of them were urinating around the corner, against the wall, since there was only one public bathroom… and it was generally a filthy, stinking mess which you exited feeling even dirtier than when you entered. The entire backdrop before me reminded me of a seriously disorganized brothel called «Cueva e Tigre» that my father had always preferred drinking at – everyone was so involved with their own chaos, that nobody had ever seemed to care what he was up to.

In and among the diorama of poverty and chaos around us, I met a man who had fallen In love with Gracias’ Aunt – but he had no idea that she was still madly in love with her ex-husband who had jilted her so unceremoniously. He took us to Gracias Aunt’s house to continue eating and drinking.

At around midnight Gracias’ cousin; who was known as ‘Come Nariz’ (nose biter), arrived and greeted all of us – she seemed really nice, but Gracias told me that when she got angry… she loved to viciously bite someone’s nose. That night I slept in her house, but I couldn’t really sleep since I was too obsessed with the nightmarish concept that ‘Come Nariz’ would attack me in the middle of the night to bite my nose clean off for some obscure reason.

Spanish Version

Mi tercera visita a Gracias

Estaba distraído viendo una larga cola de gente comprando papel higiénico en una pequeña tienda al frente del terminal de autobuses donde esperaba a Gracias. Por un lado, habían dos mujeres discutiendo para montarse en la parte trasera de un camión viejo el cual resultaba ser el único medio de transporte público que había disponible en el terminal. Por otro lado, vi a mucha gente pidiendo dinero para comer y se podía notar el hambre y la desesperación en sus ojos

De repente y como arte de magia, apareció Gracias, meneando una botella de cerveza en su mano derecha y andaba con la tía, quien se encontraba despechada porque el esposo la había dejado por una mujer rica. Fuimos a una licorería que estaba llena de personas que escuchaban reggaeton, salsa, joropo, etc. Bailaban y bebían alcohol. Algunos de ellos orinaban a la vuelta de la esquina, pegados de la pared porque solo había un baño público del que salías sintiéndote más sucio de cuando entraste, ya que generalmente estaba sucio y apestoso. Todo el escenario que tenía enfrente, me hizo recordar a un terrible bulder desorganizado llamado “Cueva e Tigre” donde mi padre se la pasaba tomando licor. Todos tenían una vida tan desordenada y vacía que a nadie le importaba darle ni siquiera un consejo para que salieran de ese farallón. El panorama de pobreza y desorden que me rodeaba me hizo conocer a un hombre que se había enamorado localmente de la tía de Gracias, pero él no tenía ni la menor idea de que ella todavía estaba obsesionada por su ex marido, quien la dejó embarcada vestida de novia en la puerta de la iglesia. Ese buen hombre nos dio la cola hasta la casa de la tía de Gracias para seguir comiendo y bebiendo. A eso de la media noche, llegó la prima de Gracias, quien era conocida como la «Come Nariz», ya que cuando se enojaba le gustaba morderle la nariz a quien se le atravesara por el medio. Esa noche, dormimos en la casa de la tía de Gracias, pero en realidad no pude dormir durante toda la noche porque estaba obsesionado con la idea de que la Come Nariz me podía morder la nariz por alguna razón maquiavélica.

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Gracias es una mujer hermosa que vive en un barrio de San Juan de los Morros en Venezuela. Es madre de dos hijos, tiene seis hermanos de los cuales ella es la mayor y ha tenido la responsabilidad de criarlos a todos, ya que sus padres son alcohólicos.

Gracias is a beautiful woman who lives in a neighborhood of San Juan de los Morros in Venezuela. She is the mother of two children, has six siblings – of whom she is the oldest, and has had the responsibility of raising them all since her parents had always been raging alcoholics.

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