Something wild happened to me today

Chapters 14 & 15

Monday, March 26th, 2007, 9:52 AM

Bad night

Last night was horrible. My nerves wouldn’t let me go to sleep, from a little bit of everything, I guess: the week I was leaving behind, the weirdest in my entire life, and the wonderful night before, when I met Sara.

When I finally began to fall asleep, around two-thirty in the morning, the neighbor from the third floor put on a really loud movie. Also, it wasn’t just any movie: I swear that from what I could hear it was one of the latest movies from that pervert John Waters.  A piece of shit like Pink Flamingos. Teenaged girls fucked, abused and humiliated by guys with tiny-dick syndrome. I tried not to pay attention and I focused on trying to sleep, but it was impossible. About ten minutes later, pissed off, I got up, put on some jeans and went down to talk to the “movie buff” neighbor. 

Five minutes later, I was back in bed and no noise perturbed the peace of the night. I calmed down my nerves the only way I knew how, and when I finished, I finally felt relaxed. Slowly, I fell into dreamland. It must have been three.

Last night’s result is that I only slept five hours, that I woke up in a bad mood, and didn’t really feeling like going to work. To top it off, today is Monday and my nose started bleeding again. 

Now I’m at the office and I feel depressed. When will we have three-day weekends?

Monday, March 26th, 2007, 4:06 PM

May the truth be known

Well, well. Quite the surprise. 

In today’s newspaper, which I took from the bar where I normally go to eat, there was a story about the incident at the station I was involved with. The boy and the girl’s families—who, until yesterday, were in the same ICU at the same hospital where one of the guards died last Saturday—“have reported the two security guards and the Railway company for attempted homicide and injuries. The girl, who is still at the hospital under observation, does not remember anything that happened after hitting her head, which left her in a coma for three days, but her boyfriend, Lorenzo A. Díaz, remembers everything quite well, and in spite of not being able to describe the man who kept it all from getting worse, commented that he would like to thank him for defending him. The family also thanks him for his help. The last words the girl’s father addressed to our newspaper were: ‘There should be more people who don’t just stand by watching when injustices are committed’.”

“The police have matched the youth’s statement with those present at the altercation and the majority support his version of the facts. Neither the security guard involved nor his family wished to make a statement”.

The story ended thus: “Before us, do we have an unbalanced murder, or a modern hero?”

I can only say—in spite of the fact that if they finally identify me, I’ll probably end up in prison—that I feel relieved. Relieved and grateful. Finally, someone is telling the whole story.