Once in Italy, Rome, tired
Margarito doing rigor lobbies for years, convinced that their cause was the most valuable, faced
with disbelief and poverty, from the same fantastic day of peasant life change, his daughter died as a child, had to be changed to a new cemetery because his people had to be relocated by the construction of a dam, to dig up all debris,
Margarito as the rest of the town, were surprised when they found the girl just like that when buried, even the flowers they put in their hands deceased retained the freshness, how doubt it?, should be a saint, but it was approved the holy father in his wisdom, Margarito took on the task of assembling the resources to travel to the country of holiness and put her daughter in the list of the sanctified, when Gabo met him in a house rented rooms, living among frustrated dreamers, had spent years living in the miraculous love of his housemates and his home carrying a case where retained the body of his daughter, whom he dedicated his life to sainthood, Margarito was really deserved beatification, without any doubt their credibility and effort was a test of faith.
Bon voyage Mr.
President.
In Geneva it was very difficult to feel foreign, Lazarus, an exile of a truncated revolution made a living driving an ambulance, funeral homes selling for information from prospective clients, fit to require their services, find myself among its clients the former president of his country, next customer of funeral services, chased him in trying to find the answer to the many economic mysteries of his flight, was supposed to handle their bank accounts dream figures, however I saw people eating in restaurants, with a gray dignity of labor tenancy block with strings of drying laundry by hand in the basin, widowed, sick, lonely, Lazaro and his wife could not understand how the old President, who was deposed by a military coup, he managed to hide the treasures that everyone knew he had packed with his deportation, surely the wily old managed to assume a condition of poverty so as not to let all the embezzlement discovered causing him to their country and that even fled, he managed to befriend him and discover his secret treasures, carved out their confidence and invites him to dinner at his house in complicity with his wife, attend a dinner at which car show welfare with crockery and curtains provided fantasy, make believe the old President's consideration in its recommendations or perhaps in his will, only manage to be Creditors of a supportive affection for the real situation of loneliness and poverty of the gentleman's wife Lazarus, lends itself to visit pawn shops to raise enough money for an operation that would save her life, her wedding ring, his cufflinks with the arms of his country, his gold spectacles, jewelry of his late wife, with more sentimental value than economic, the ambitious couple broke the piggy poories where saved for the education of their children, unbeknownst to her, and she hid from him, that the old president was operated successfully and their pains were eradicated, elegant and dignified Mr. President could not deny that solidarity countrymen make themselves the task of not letting him die, with the secret hope of getting some dividends in the magnificent course will, but in fact moved a feeling of loyalty to a Republican hero victim of one of many abusive military coups suffered so many in our America, the truth is that they took no sooner was discharged in the charity hospital, his humble abode, in his own room, in his own bed, cared for him until the day he resolved to return to his country, suddenly feeling death so close I thought it would be more normal to give his life heroically fighting again so a see what coward, moral values and social justice, to accompany him to the black train Lazarus, his wife and children dress, when the old board and the train began its route Lazarus realized that even carried in his hands the baton ivory, insignia of dignity of Mr. President and with a cry of farewell throws the old man trying to catch it, making only to fall between the wheels of the machine that shatters the old president put at risk of falling between the rails, being saved only by the other passengers that prevented it from falling to certain death "this old man does not kill anything," he said proudly the wife of Lazarus, with the smile of a mission accomplished returned home, even poorer that before a president lived at home, but most worthy and patriotic that anyone with a story to their children, their grandchildren, maybe someone creates it.