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Coming of Age

 - Actually, no one is waiting for me at the station," sighed the slit-eyed young man, sitting next to the open window of the passenger car of the old interprovincial train.

 - Suddenly, an accelerated un.povo major in the air flow, diverted the steam exhaust from the locomotive, releasing a large amount of smoke.

 - how much smoke! - Exclaimed the jet-haired young man, verifying that the smoke was entering through the side window of the car where he was sitting.

 - Moving his hands like a fan to make the smoke come out, the smiling young man got up to try to close the window.

 -      it does not open ! - Exclaimed the neighboring passenger, sitting next to him with a bottle of beer in his hand, with a straw hat on his head that hid his face worn by the sourness of time and life.

 , but I work in the neighboring town - hiding the toothless mouth with the hand wrinkled and dried by life, that coward.

 The young man smiled an imperceptible smile, that smile of the shy or perhaps educated with slanted eyes and yellowish skin.

 -      Thank you ! - while the train parked on the corresponding tracks of the station, finally.

 The other passengers lowered their belongings from the luggage rack full of suitcases, bags and their blue backpack where "the world entered", including many free medical samples.

 And the young man, who, judging by the restless look of a tourist, could be said with some confidence that he was a foreigner, adjusted his backpack on his skirt, stuck his head out the window, with his jet-black hair blowing in the wind and a big smile. on the lips.

 - Shall we get? I ask the neighbor, who nodded as he ordered his bags to get off, like all the other passengers in the car.

 So the foreigner waited for everyone to get off the train, taking photos of the river that ran alongside the train line.

 The arriving passengers were greeted by groups of people, with flowers, a band and roasted pig legs in their hands - in more a Latin way of expressing affection, in addition to the fraternal feeling of finding their loved ones, which the doctor observed from the last entrance step of the train.

 - Has it already arrived? - The stranger heard a voice not too far away ask.

 Instinctively, the stranger began to search for the origin of the voice.

 Looking up, he spotted a female figure, leaning on the bridge a few meters away from the station platform, where they stood.

 "Yes, I'm here" should be the answer that the doctor should give, as if that silhouette was waiting for him to arrive, scaring away the useless loneliness he felt.

 Was he waiting for someone? And he began to look at her, sideways.

 - I don't know, but I'm going to pretend that he waits for me at the station with a party and a lot of pomp, with the parades of Arabian horses stopping by, well, in this way, I will think that right now they are welcoming me, with flowers or band - of course, without forgetting the well roasted pork leg. I hope she doesn't go away.

 And the young doctor got off the train, in the direction of the girl leaning on the bridge, flaunting a lonely air of the warm sunsets of the town.

 As he got closer, he saw that the girl had brown hair, large eyes, and many curves.

 He combed her hair with his fingers, leaving the luggage with the neighboring passenger - I don't think she steals free samples.

 -She's coming! - Said the neighbor, as if to hurry, waving his arms to attract attention, shouting:

 - My brother's carriage! - waving his hat this time, by way of farewell, continuing:

 - Has been delayed, for some reason - staring at the infinity of the explanation, evidencing the eternal search for some plausible reason for the delay, whether it was the delay on the part of a friend, cousin, brother, or whoever it was, where was.

 I couldn't do anything but go pick up the backpack

 -     Thanks again . If I need a doctor, I will attend for free.

 The neighbor smiled from ear to ear, lowering his head in thanks.

 When, the gallop of a hurried horse could be heard from the bridge.

 -If my eyesight is correct, it must be his brother! - I exclaimed, calm now to see that the neighbor was already heading to his destination

 However, the feminine silhouette with hair blowing in the wind, he was still there, waiting for me to speak to him.

 ? Would I dare to talk to her?

 Why not ?

 It was up to me.

 Therefore, I approached, a little more, smiling as my rudeness commanded.

 -Hi - smiling plus cleaning the makeup that had drained from her eyes, staining her unbroken skin with traces of pain.

 She just looked, wiping her nose with a flowered handkerchief

 Therefore, she shouldn't be expecting anyone, less a foreign guardian angel with medical samples in her backpack.

 - At last it was fulfilled! It is that I had never imagined that someone would really arrive by train and greet me, reciprocating the welcome that I never gave to anyone.

 It would, therefore, be the first time, for the first time, that a wish was fulfilled.

 - Ai, ai, ai, I'm clumsy- and she greeted me, offering her hand as is customary in the West - aren't you the new doctor for volunteering?

 -Ah! Yes - crossing your hands on the handrail of the makeshift bridge with sticks and stones to pass over the somewhat turbulent waters of the river.

 What is her name? - It was defined as the only possible question in that moment of extreme introspection in front of the immensity of floating feelings in the infinity of its existence.

 -Park- to which he looked at his hand and after a second he realized that he should also shake his hand, which he was not used to doing in his land.

 "My name is Marita," he repeated, unable to coordinate his words, nor her gestures, of so much emotion.

 - Park Yes. Park. Taste. Pleasure-

 - Are you coming

 "As always, no one is waiting for me at the station," sighed the slit-eyed young man, sitting next to the open window of the passenger car of the old interprovincial train.

 - Suddenly, an accelerated un.povo major in the air flow, diverted the steam exhaust from the locomotive, releasing a large amount of smoke.

 - how much smoke! - Exclaimed the jet-haired young man, verifying that the smoke was entering through the side window of the car where he was sitting.

 - Moving his hands like a fan to make the smoke come out, the smiling young man got up to try to close the window.

 -      it does not open ! - Exclaimed the neighboring passenger, sitting next to him with a bottle of beer in his hand, with a straw hat on his head that hid his face worn by the sourness of time and life.

 , but I work in the neighboring town - hiding the toothless mouth with the hand wrinkled and dried by life, that coward.

 The young man smiled an imperceptible smile, that smile of the shy or perhaps educated with slanted eyes and yellowish skin.

 -      Thank you ! - while the train parked on the corresponding tracks of the station, finally.

 The other passengers lowered their belongings from the luggage rack full of suitcases, bags and their blue backpack where "the world entered", including many free medical samples.

 And the young man, who, judging by the restless look of a tourist, could be said with some confidence that he was a foreigner, adjusted his backpack on his skirt, stuck his head out the window, with his jet-black hair blowing in the wind and a big smile. on the lips.

 - Shall we get? I ask the neighbor, who nodded as he ordered his bags to get off, like all the other passengers in the car.

 So the foreigner waited for everyone to get off the train, taking photos of the river that ran alongside the train line.

 - Has it already arrived? - The stranger heard a voice not too far away ask.

 Instinctively, the stranger began to search for the origin of the voice.

 Looking up, he spotted a female figure, leaning on the bridge a few meters away from the station platform, where they stood.

 "Yes, I'm here" should be the answer that the doctor should give, as if that silhouette was waiting for him to arrive, scaring away the useless loneliness he felt.

 Was he waiting for someone? And he began to look at her, sideways.

 - I don't know, but I'm going to pretend that he waits for me at the station with a party and a lot of pomp, with the parades of Arabian horses stopping by, well, in this way, I will think that right now they are welcoming me, with flowers or band - of course, without forgetting the well roasted pork leg. I hope she doesn't go away.

 And the young doctor got off the train, in the direction of the girl leaning on the bridge, flaunting a lonely air of the warm sunsets of the town.

 As he got closer, he saw that the girl had brown hair, large eyes, and many curves.

 He combed his hair with his fingers, leaving the luggage with the neighboring passenger - I don't think she steals free samples.

 -She's coming! - Said the neighbor, as if to hurry, waving his arms to attract attention, shouting:

 - My brother's carriage! - waving his hat this time, by way of farewell, continuing:

 - Has been delayed, for some reason - staring at the infinity of the explanation, evidencing the eternal search for some plausible reason for the delay, whether it was the delay on the part of a friend, cousin, brother, or whoever it was, where was.

 I couldn't do anything but go pick up the backpack

 -     Thanks again . If I need a doctor, I will attend for free.

 The neighbor smiled from ear to ear, lowering his head in thanks.

 When, the gallop of a hurried horse could be heard from the bridge.

 -If my eyesight is correct, it must be his brother! - I exclaimed, calm now to see that the neighbor was already heading to his destination

 However, the feminine silhouette with hair blowing in the wind, he was still there, waiting for me to speak to him.

 ? Would I dare to talk to her?

 Why not ?

 It was up to me.

 Therefore, I approached, a little more, smiling as my rudeness commanded.

 -Hi - he greeted, keeping the smile when he saw that she had cried, as he was cleaning the makeup that had drained from her eyes, staining her unbroken skin with traces of pain.

 She just looked, wiping her nose with a flowered handkerchief

 Therefore, she shouldn't be expecting anyone, less a foreign guardian angel with medical samples in her backpack.

 - At last it was fulfilled! It is that I had never imagined that someone would really arrive by train and greet me, reciprocating the welcome that I never gave to anyone.

 It would, therefore, be the first time, for the first time, that a wish was fulfilled.

 - Ai, ai, ai, I'm clumsy- and she greeted me, offering her hand as is customary in the West - aren't you the new doctor for volunteering?

 -Ah! Yes - crossing your hands on the handrail of the makeshift bridge with sticks and stones to pass over the somewhat turbulent waters of the river.

 What is her name? - It was defined as the only possible question in that moment of extreme introspection in front of the immensity of floating feelings in the infinity of its existence.

 -Park- to which he looked at his hand and after a second he realized that he should also shake his hand, which he was not used to doing in his land.

 "My name is Marita," he repeated, unable to coordinate his words, nor her gestures, of so much emotion.

 - Park Yes. Park. Taste. Pleasure-

 - Are you coming to work? I'm knowing that some doctors are coming to work, ”he risked.

 -     Yes. Voluntary. War . Agreement, yes, agreement with the Republic of Korea, it said in a Castilian worthy of pity on the part of the Royal Academy of Any Letter.

 (In short, the poor man does what he can with the language that is not even close to his own, so different….)

 - Do you like this town? - pointing to the river, the mountains, and the train with an open hand to welcome.

 - I like it here, lots of plants and blue sky. Beautiful.

 I like the weather, I like people and spicy food, to which I laughed, because of the ugly face he made when saying the word "spicy" - this time laughing out loud, together -

 And waving his hands the friend fell, as if he had fainted.

 Many people gathered around him.

 - what happens there? - I asked the foreigner, indicating with my finger.

 He followed my hand with his eyes.

 And, after a second of understanding, he rushed out to help, approaching the crowd, stethoscope in his hand.

 -     Just in case.

 I, in turn, ran after him, who made his way with the stethoscope to reach Don Francisco, the neighbor - as he called him.

 In his back, I was explaining to the people that he would fill the vacant position of doctor in the volunteer service, that he had come from afar and had just arrived, that he did not know how to speak the language, that I was going to help him, and another thousand apologies explanations, so that people, in truth, were not an obstacle for their work.

 The neighbor, fallen on the floor, had his eyes closed.

 The doctor bent down, leaving the backpack with me

 "Is he dead?" the mob asked, crossing themselves as a sign of respect.

 - Yes, it seems that if - others answered, giving the tragic tone to the events - how people like it.

 - look! He's pulling out a stick!

 - He wants to finish killing him! 'The most incredulous explained, to which the doctor simply examined his throat, taking his pulse and examining his pupil.

 He rose, and with a certain solemn air, sentenced, in bad English.

 -     Do not die. Bring hospital.

 "There is no hospital in this town," the soup vendor told him, her face afflicted and almost tearful when noting the harsh reality of her.

 -      Not? Volunteer - ordered him.

 Four burly volunteers lifted the neighbor's body, to put it on the same float where he was.

 Next to him, the stranger sat down.

 I sat next to him, breathing his air of himself, li that really fascinated me, because I was already tired of living to only eat pork and nothing else.

 We arrived at the building of the volunteers, in the central square of the town, at that time invaded by a horde of interested in the convocation that the government made.

 - They are going to announce the list of the summoned soldiers, attention! They return home! Shut up! - said the local woman, with a pork leg sandwich in her hand, while the grandparents seated on some cushioned benches beat their canes in the air to make the children stop running around and screaming.

 Dona Anastssia, the chief volunteer, was at the door.

 Seeing the float with her body she quickly got ready to receive it, with two volunteers at her side.

 They ran to get the body out.

 -      what happened? - She asked, with the unmistakable Russian accent that characterized her.

 -She fell, she explained, making way to take the neighbor to a stretcher, right at the entrance

 The foreigner began to look for a vein.

 - Tell me where to find it.

 -? - I did not know, I did not know it! ‘Something as predictable as imaginable

 -     Well. I help you find - starting to go all over the tent where we stayed.

 - I helped him with finding the instruments.

 It was not necessary more than half an hour of transfusion for the neighbor of the train to open his eyes

 - what happened ? where I am ? she asked, breathless this time.

 -  I'm better and I want to thank everyone for so much kindness. However, I must return to my home, where my family awaits me.

 And he left, happy.

 The doctor took his backpack from my hands with a smile.

  - We are going to say goodbye where we met, on the bridge over the river.

But before we have to grab some porky.

So we did.

Every single day of the rest of our lives.

 -     

June 04, 2021 00:54

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