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Martin Flores

Mexico

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Los bombones

“Lo que mas te gusta puede hacerte mucho dañó”  cuando se es niño ese dicho probablemente no pueda decirnos nada, a menos que te gusten mucho los bombones!
                  Cuando yo tenia cinco o seis años de edad yo acostumbraba salir, o ir con mi papa (mi superman) a todos lados, durante ese tiempo el trabajaba para un periódico  (lo siento, no recuerdo el nombre del periódico)  y viajábamos mucho, y siempre  nos quedábamos en los mejores lugares de la región hoteles, bungalows, resortes, esta historia sucedió precisamente en uno  de los mas conocidos lugares del estado de Morelos, en Oaxtepec.


 Siempre me gusto mucho viajar con mi padre, porque a donde quiera que me llevaba me compraba y me daba lo que yo quería o, que a mi me gustaba, y algo de eso de lo que mas me gustaba eran “los bombones” los cuales eran esponjaditos, dulces, y muy buenos de comer (al menos en ese tiempo) eran mi “veneno!” me gustaban tanto que en ese momento el dicho que digo al principio de esta historia tenia algo de sentido para mi, aun cuando yo no lo sabia.

                 En una ocasión en que mi Papa (mi superman) jugaba a la baraja con el administrador del hotel y algunas otras personas que se hospedaban ahí en ese momento, yo jugaba en las afueras del hotel con unos amiguitos y entre ellos estaba la hija del administrador del hotel, entonces, mi padre me llamo y me ordeno que le fuera a comprar unos cigarros ( si, allá, en aquellos tiempos nuestros padres nos mandaban a comprar de todo, cigarros, cerveza, cerillos, y un sin fin de cosas mas) y ese día mi papa me dio un billete de cinco pesos (por favor, no hagan la conversión a dolares) que en aquel tiempo eran bastante dinero, sobre todo -para un niño de mi edad.   Así lo hice, fui compre los cigarros (los cuales se vendían en un puesto de periódicos afuera del hotel) y cuando le estaba dándole los cigarros y el cambio a mi padre le pregunte “oye papa, me puedo quedar con el cambio?” en ese momento no me  di cuenta que su respuesta fue como comúnmente decimos “mirando sin mirar” el estaba tan enfocado en su juego de baraja y automáticamente solo dijo “si, si, esta bien”.  Ese día quedo en mi mente para siempre por dos razones; una porque comí bombones como que no había mañana, les compre bombones a todos mis amiguitos, incluyendo a la hija del 

administrador del hotel, y dos, porque  una vez que mi papa había terminado de jugar baraja, y que ya no tenia su mente puesta en el juego, vino a mi y me pidió el cambio de su billete de cinco pesos!!  Increíble!!  o, sea, yo puedo ser de memoria corta, o de muy poca retención de memoria, pero no había pasado ni una hora y mi padre había olvidado que el me dio el cambio!!  (a menos que, el haya querido decir que me quedara con el cambio para dárselo mas tarde, lo cual me haría tener que re-escribir esta historia) y ándale que me ha puesto una cinturoniza de antología!! y todo se lo debo a mis amados bombones!

 Y ahí estaba “lo que mas quieres puede hacerte mucho daño”  mas tarde mi padre trato de suavizar las cosas, diciéndome que eso había sido mucho dinero, que no quiso lastimarme, y que esto y que el otro, y así se fue con un sin fin de razones según el, pero, en mi pequeña y frágil mente, yo no podía asimilar, o entender el porque se me había castigado solo porque yo pregunte (quedarme con el cambio) y que mi felicidad por haber comido tantos bombones haya tenido un final tan cruel.   
                   Hasta el día de hoy, aun como muchos bombones con la diferencia que no me pegan por ello.   Bueno espero que hayan ustedes disfrutado de esta historia, para aquellos que no, no se preocupen, ya vendrá una historia que les guste, por el momento cuídense mucho, si manejan no tomen, y si toman y andan manejando, no se crucen en mi camino!!  Hasta la próxima historia, ya me leerán mas tarde, cambio y fuera.

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time to live (move on)

 Sometimes brotherhood, sisterhood, or familyhood, which ever way you want to call it, it does not work, so you have to  move on, and you don’t have to be an adult do that.


                        during my childhood I went through a lot of situations, (like most of us) where I was asked, sometimes  by people, some times by life, to do, or to act, or react, in a sometimes rough way, and that was my case, living in an environment where one parent had to be all I had and sometimes he was not able to cover all our needs, he had to rely on my older sisters, and then later on in my older brother. I think that, I was able to deal better with my situations in the outside world, than with the ones at home. 
                 I love my brother very much, we didn’t grow up together (for a few years) and after a while we finally lived  together, we lived through a lot of things, good and bad, and went to the same junior high school.
                Well, I don’t know all the cases, but when you are the youngest in the family you always have to deal first with your older family members and then with your parents, and that was my case back when I was in third grade of junior high school (9th grade in other countries) I had too many confrontations with my older brother, we were always fighting, because my Dad was always relying on my older brother for everything and I had to do whatever he said, and he (my older brother)  wanted me to do most of the chores at home, and I was always thinking that, that was not fair for me.
                We went like that for some time until one day (at the time that I just graduated from junior high school) I couldn’t put up with him anymore and we got into a fight!!, and I’m glad to say (in a way) that I beat the crap out of him, and then I got out of the house, I left the house just like that (I was 15 years old) went to the bus stop, checked how much money I had, like 5 pesos (no dollar translation please)  and after thinking about it for some time, I decided to go to the one of my classmates from junior high house, with whom I lived basically together for 3 years, while in school, we started at 8:00am, we had a break from 1:00pm to 3:00pm, and then we were off school by 6:30pm Monday to Friday, and Saturday from 8:00am to 11:30am, so, we spend more time together in the school, than us at home.

                     I got there, told him what happened and that I would need some shelter for a few days, he talked to his mom, she agreed (she already knew me) and I started “a new life”, in my mind that was it, and me and my friend spent the days playing, running out in the open, where he lived was a lot of green areas, His step  father was a very rough, tall man, kind of old (considering that at that age, anybody is older than you) very quiet man, his face has a look like it he was mad all the time, in the other hand my friend’s mom was a very nice lady, always checking on her son, and on me too, She was working at the State University cafeteria, so needless to say, we were eating like kings, I was living a very different life, in a different environment, I was not accustom to be treated like a kid, by a woman, (well I had some moments, back when my Dad used to date).
                 But, nothing last forever, after a few weeks (maybe three) I  don’t know how, but my Dad track me down, and got to me at my friend’s  house, for this he was accompanied by my godfather (can’t remember his name), the vice principal from the Junior high School that I just graduated from (which by the way was my Godfather too) and they talked to my friend’s mom, and then his mom called me and told me that my Dad wanted me back home, that everything is going to be fine, that he we’ll talk with me and my brother to fix any situations, any problems, and then my friend’s step father came up to me, (he hasn’t talk to me at all, while being there!) I got kind of scare, and looking the tall guy bending his knees to stay up to my eye level, and telling me, “you got to go back home, your Dad said that everything is going to be fine, but, . . . if nothing changes, you’re always welcome here in my house” I almost crap my pants!, my heart was pounding!!, the big rough guy just told me that he was fine with me in his house!!!  that was unbelievable!!
                 I went back home, and things were not the same, my brother wasn’t even talking to me, never the less my Dad, he just took me home, and went to work, for about a week he didn’t even acknowledged that I was there, so, I saw that I could do it once, and, I did it again!! I run away, and this time it was for good.
                  As you can see, is not the matter of being prepared to move on, I mean, at 15 of age, what kind of preparation a boy can have? right?, well, sometimes situations happen when even stronger countries prepare some other small countries to learn how to defended themselves, and I was in that category, my Dad make me a self efficient child from the beginning!  and I used that to survive in the world out there.
                   One more story down, there’s more coming, and at this point I would like to read some of your comments, meanwhile eat your vegetables, stay safe, if you eat to much, don’t do it please, until next story, over n’ out.

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