Companion Letter 2009/01
as usual I walked the 400 meters that separated the chapel of the cemetery in another of my usual funeral escorts. It was not at all unpleasant task. Although perhaps, to the prejudiced eyes that make you an undesirable in a blink of an eye, yes it was.
I became a funeral by accident, I would say that scarcity of job opportunities and my effort to put all my energy into writing. However I liked, was a quiet job. Nor was so severe or accommodate bodies prepare coffins. Much less make the long trip to La Plata to find the bodies from morgues. The popular imagination tends to pigeonhole such tasks as morbid, nothing is further from the truth. Life is precisely what motivates you, is for the family that one works hard, so his departure is as painless as possible.
social gatherings in a matter of speaking bit when you have a job of this kind, to protect the impressionable and ward off those looks cynical. But if you ask, it's nice to offer the opportunity to share how you can love such work.
May morning was like any other, but sunny. There were few people in that service, had barely noticed the faces of the mourners, perhaps because when people were walking, it was time to share a bitter mate with the good guys from the cemetery. I remember that morning I saw Leo passed the graveyard to the administration building, wanted to consult it on a trusted mechanic. My car was going wrong for days and recalled that once, he had mentioned that his brother, the baker, was also a mechanical technician.
still remember the first person I had to prepare for his farewell ... was the old Harry. A robust older man I ever saw in life but that will remain in my memory forever. It was a difficult moment, at least the first moments. Until then my relationship with death had been too distant, but that night, in a dark garage where they prepared the coffins, I had to confront from the job ... It was very different to how I imagined. The moment was so natural that I am not afraid to tell any other experience. The orderly who worked with me that night tried to shave. I say 'attempted' because before the result could only take the brush, razor and do my best. I hope Don Enrique, I can not complain ... "Seal the airways was the most impression on me was because the cotton had to reach into the trachea should hit the lip from its inner side. For the cotton nose was not visible, had to push it with a sharp object, but without hurting your body, imagine that each funeral home has its methods, these were what I was taught to me. However, I wanted to learn, so it was that I had already signed up for the course thanatopraxy is dictated in the Faculty of Medicine, University of Buenos Aires.
that morning was too sunny, I wanted to have renewed contact lenses so you can use sunglasses. The carriage was moving more parsimonious than ever in the hands of Arce. My mind went to Samsa, my beautiful companion. Much wanted to see. The day before we were fired and promising kissing accommodate our schedules to share more time together, however it felt closer than ever. I would have thought that walking beside me, I felt shaking, the was loving. If even doubted himself worthy of such noble sentiment.
A gentle hand took mine. Puzzled and back of my mind, I looked quickly at my side. A beautiful girl holding her gently and looked at me with her big black eyes. Suddenly I understood, that would be my last service. The girl's voice whispered I love
"Fear not, I'll go with you. Henry wants to say hello, always talking about you.
I could have flooded the trouble, at least so maybe I imagined. But the soft hand scared of my all fear. "So that feels ...?
-Girl, I just want one thing. Finally let me dictate a story to someone ...
story included in the publication "Song of the incordura" of Ed Dunken. Selection Guerrero Adriana Medina.
or shows me the stack of mayonnaise jars and shouts: "Here the set!". People look at us, embarrassed. "The ball I dropped behind the center, I ran over but I was a bit up there, where the rice, you see! "I said the bottom shelf, and runs like a rabbit shot despite the blue suit and polished shoes -" I left her itching and Plum! ". Throw a left hook. We all turned to look into the case, which was the bow for thirty-odd years, and all we feel that the ball gets up, just where are the batteries for radio and razor blades. Sanfilippo raises his arms to celebrate. Customers and cashiers are broken hands from clapping so much. I almost start to mourn. El Nene Sanfilippo again had that goal in 1962, nothing more than for me to see it. 
