On Wednesdays I go to the market. Its time to have fresh sardines. I love but get them is tedious. In this sense I miss the Antarctic. The only danger they were grappled to catch seals and orcas. These animals are fairly predictable and have nothing to do with the big eaters who wander through the market: old ladies. These bloodthirsty "selacimorfos" are the masters of the place and move with impunity and safety equivalent to that of the gangsters in their domains.
One tends to see the elderly as being full of patience and kindness, but if you look at the market, their natural habitat, what transpires is an eager and blind desire to maximize profits. I myself have been victim of cruel deceit and emotional blackmail.
remember once, while in line at the supermarket, with my semi-full picture, the sound of a throat ran the reflex to turn my head. There was an old lady holding a packet of rice and pretending to look the other way. Seeing its small purchase, we will let it go. She nodded eagerly before I finished the sentence would have access. By the way, means he was already waiting for my offer.
What was surprising was when it moved and out of nowhere, or rather, just behind his body, placed strategically to hide it from my range of vision, came a basket of products. He grabbed her and emptied the cash register tape. A few times my face has drawn a larger expression of stupidity.
Another anecdote comes to mind. I was immersed in the subway reading "The World as Will and" when I started receive a constant beating of a tambourine anonymous on my book. Slightly raised my eyes and saw the body of an old woman-most well into meat. Noticing my nod, he began to moan and complain of knee pain. My turn did not help me read Swedish, because after a while, many voices were already brawling. Fed up, I got up and came to me something surprising. Another old woman, older but thinner, seized the moment when my body was a barrier, to anticipate and take the seat. I can not remember this story without that comes to my mind the day I saw my cousin Paul's death at the hands of two sharks hungry. Cravings contended that the piece revealed an uncomfortable truth: selfishness is a natural basis. And sometimes it seems to increase with age.
I conclude this reflection with the story of one of those moments where the talent goes unheeded.
I was in a grocery store buying pistachios. There was nobody in the store, but one elderly couple behind me wanted to pay their lettuce. Suddenly the cashier had trouble with the code of my nuts and had to ask for help from a classmate. The elders put nervous time. Each attempt failed responded with a sigh. Not even two minutes passed the old lettuce left angry and left the establishment snub. We looked at the cashier and said wryly: "It seems in a hurry." To which I replied without hesitation: "When the scythe of death approaches, every second is precious." The greengrocer I watched in horror and I took my nut in silence. Magna
comment injustice where acid is less tolerated than a gratuitous act of contempt for a worker. It must be remembered that the elderly and children are a state of emergency where their representatives are exempted from moral responsibility, while foreigners are required to hypersensitivity fetishized and totemic.
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