bercimuel.com June 11, 2007

The second day of my stay in the village began, as I said, with a visit to the bakery of Mr. Emilio. Manola Siguero accompanied me and the reason was to a conference with my parents to tell them I arrived safely. It took over two hours to communicate. But in the end, despite the delays, we did. This did not end my visit since Mr. Emilio and his son Michael showed me the oven and the whole place into the bread and pasta ... delicious.

As it was a very new for me, because all he had done with the bread was eaten, fell that afternoon to knead the bread. Then they called Tono and went for a walk around the town. Everything for me was a great discovery. We headed out of Pajarejos and stops at the last house, it was the postman. Toño knocked on the door and left the wife of Zoilus, the postman, with small arms, and asked for Santiago, and then give no time to be advised, that Santiago came out like an arrow and after introducing him and his mother went out along the river towards the bridge of the railway. I remember the three of us created a very friendly relationship. We got into the small bridge and splashing it crossed halfway, where they both started jumping surprised by an animal, I could not see. Later I learn that it was a watering hole mouse. My surprise was greater when Antonio told me those are killed with stones and eat some villagers. Later I learned that that same person also ate lizards and snakes river. I do not remember his name, perhaps he could be Mr. Innocent, I do know is that he lived on the corner before reaching the ball down, Carmen and Isaac and to the left of the house of Valentine's tailor. He was always sitting on the stone bench at the door of his house. The oddest thing was that said they were bite of cardinal and also started the tails of kittens with teeth! for quietarles the miseries he said. Each step was a box of surprises, something completely new for me.

That same day at sunset, young boys would gather under the bridge the river, behind the forge of Mr. Peter. There I met the rest of those who later would be my friends. Of my age, Sotero, Valentin, Francisco Santamaria, his brother Barnabas, Vitorico, Eugene, Pedrito the blacksmith's son, Victor, Julian Lamas, the son of cencerrero, Law and was made CEO of Iberia in Holland, I think, his cousin, a little more and then when he went to Madrid and that apparently worked in a perfume or perfume seller was, Diocletian Santamaria Diocle my good friend, Arthur, Dionysius of God and Macario, Pedrito blond, Celestino and some more that I can not remember. been over 55 years! They were playing with a stick, suddenly, there is a fight between the stick and I had another. As the bat threatened the other, Barnabas addressing me, said you, madriles (as had I painted Town identified as de Madrid), Take him the stick and you're not going to either. By going to take the stick, drew it and my hand was full of shit. I arrived knowing they agreed to welcome me and had smeared the poop rum. To the surprise of the place I ran to my house, crying. When I got my aunt to the odor of the additive, reprimanded me and bred, which together with the joke of the guys left a memory that still makes me laugh today. But to myself was a future revenge. Something that I never managed to accomplish.

Obviously, I could not keep my appointment with the baker.

The next morning I accompanied my uncle to visit. First we passed the house of Mr. Isidore who had taken a strong constipated. I was surprised by its extreme thinness. He was completely black and with a wide sash that covered from the nipples down to below the fly. Vest and corduroy pants and a shirt without a collar of black squares. A stick in the corner of his mouth. The very dark complexion and freckles. We were greeted by his wife, Ms. Urban. My uncle began to boil the syringe to give him an injection. I was introduced to Teodorin and his sister Maria Luisa. With the former would have a close relationship with her mother and one of the most talked about adventures of my stay in the Village. Then followed visits to other houses and finally passed by the house of Hilary and Julian, who at first seemed ordinary people but would later become the most surprising players in the routine life of Bercimuel. ', 3, 175, 7 , 'luis

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