VI
The road passed through the village along a sloppy ride. The closed windows across the street. A facade blackened by an outbreak of fire. The cartels of hands "crowned almost all facilities intact. Where there were remnants of the looting could be guessed from the street. A yellow sign welcomed him a few meters before the entrance, offering "the best value for your money."
just paid attention.
He went briskly toward the center of the town. I knew where to spend the night on guard. But I wanted to take a look at something.
During his last visit here was unable to carry all goods I had found, and that opened a small "stash" hidden in one of the blocks from downtown.
traveled along the promenade and at a certain place turned to his inner left in an alley near fully covered by debris. He climbed a mound of rubble surrounded a burning car and finally came to its objective.
Before he opened the town's main square. A source oxidized modernist (and questionable taste) in the center. On the other hand, a half-ruined old house with an unreadable sign on the balcony of his first floor. To the right, town hall, now abandoned. Windows covered by boards. The heavy door closed, secured with a padlock and a heavy chain.
looked to his left. There it was. A modern three-storey fully glazed and embellished in marble.
The former bank branch in town.
He approached the entrance. The door was ajar, as he had left doing something more than a year. He leaned over the threshold. There seemed have fresh tracks in the dust. Went to the lobby. A large hall lay before him. In the distance the solitary windows.
banks had just been attacked. Strange, one would think, to realize the zero value of money in a world implodes.
excepcióny This was not, he supposed, would have been closed as the state security forces found the inability to protect all the places were being looted.
dodged piles of trash and broke the line formed by the counters. Lying on the floor under a chair overturned, a grimy black sports bag. Within it an old but still sturdy rope. It threw her over his shoulder while dirigíaa a corner. There
stopped at a broken door. Behind it were some stairs leading down. Not a mark on the ground.
He took the flashlight, the batteries still used the day before and turned it on. Began to fall gently. Kicked away from an empty cardboard box that blocked the passage at the base and down the hall that opened before him.
mentally counted the doors behind him. Two on the left aisle, one on the right, another mass on the left, one out of the doorway to the right, another hallway ...
found I was looking for. "Maintenance" read into it. He opened and ran with the torch's stay.
with expression of victory went to his goal. A huge metal box placed in a corner. Focused towards the top of work for something and there was laboriously pulley was installed some time ago.
gave thanks once again for this unorthodox construction, a plaster carving simple as it used to be usual, and had to find another place to store your stuff.
unwound the rope, passed through the pulley and tied one knot to support emerging from the trunk.
left his belongings on the floor and pulled hard.
The rope went taut, the anchor seemed a punto de salir despedido del muro, pero finalmente resistió.
"Ciento sesenta kilos, puede que más" -pensó el desconocido.
Ciento sesenta kilos de peso que hubieran sido imposibles de mover para una sola persona normal en las condiciones actuales sin los adecuados suministros que le había proporcionado el almacén de la única ferretería del centro del pueblo.
Algo más de ciento sesenta kilos que ahora se cimbreaban en el aire con cada sacudida que daba nuestro protagonista.
Cuando el pesado lastre estuvo a unos cincuenta centimetros del suelo ató Cape still holding the leg of a shelf that supported the weight of dozens of yellow boxes of office supplies.
On the ground, now, had been a steel plate several millimeters thick.
occupied an area larger than the box, but the darkness made it difficult to repair.
pushed the plate with his foot to one side leaving a black hole under it in the open.
gently pushed her away to leave it a big tunnel dug in the ground coarsely. There
wrapped in a plastic and tied with a string, a small bundle strongly demanded his attention.
few cans, a lighter with some gas (without stone), several boxes of matches, a set of eight alkaline batteries with the package, a couple of packets of dried soup and a half liter bottle of also by open water.
A necessary supplies. Brought
sports bag after having shaken well. It kept the packet. Also used to redistribute the weight of the bag from some objects and slung over the shoulder waiting to find something better to carry things.
went through the door of the bank and left the square by one of its streets. Objective one
achieved, he said to himself, now missing the second, finding a place to spend the night in quiet.
And I knew where to look.
(continue on 03/08/1909, I wish you a great holiday!)
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Britax Belte Problemer
V
A bright light. A voice. He does not understand what he says but he knows that goes with it. After one hand, white, smooth skin. Lying as a bridge that ensures the transition to a better world. Already lost in the memory. Forgotten and the search. A paradise lost than not to return if not as dreamy, misty, ghostly. The hand moves away, tries to reach for the first time he sees before him something which is supposed to be his body. Want to cry and can not. Quietly desperate. Forgot speech, but would like. There is nothing to say. Her lips are sewn.
consquilleo I woke up slightly on the chin. He opened one eye slowly and shook his fist the bug that caused it.
The first-that autumn chill se colaba por las grietas de la casa. El salón ofrecía a la luz diurna un aspecto más deprimente del que recordaba al anochecer. Apuró el contenido de la lata de alubias que había abierto para cenar y comió un par de manzanas. Había tomado alimentos para un par de días, más para trocar con el "mugriento" que como provisiones. En caso de necesidad recordaba donde podía quedar algo en buen estado en ultramarinos y tiendas de las poblaciones cercanas a la ciudad.
Permaneció vigilante y a la escucha en el recibidor de la casa. Oteando por el ruinoso ventanuco, looking for a signal that he wanted to see. For more than an hour. A non-existent hunter stalking prey.
the end, when deemed appropriate, left the house, went back to the road and continued the journey. On one side of the fields and orchards, on the other highway, like a huge gray snake. Skirted the airport and the former army air base, destroyed by looters and hungry when everything started to crumble. Across the way a people who remembered well have cleaned house by house next to an industrial area burned to its foundations.
began to see increasingly darker and remains of vehicles on the road. Went up to her. He looked around. Abandoned hulks on empty and macabre form a bottleneck rusty. Almost all were burned to warm the shivering stars of the urban exodus that first winter. Stacked Asphalt mummified corpses fallen in the long march to nowhere. The belongings thrown open and recorded long ago and looted. A mother hugging a esqueletito amojamada among blackened arms. He closed his eyes. Desolation.
went forward, looking over the wreckage. Looking for anything that might be. Avoiding car accidents, some with a pair of bony hands still gripping the steering wheel.
At noon he stopped for a snack in the shade of an old truck. At dusk estaríaa the city gates. He remembered a couple of places nearby where I could sleep sheltered. Did not want to encounter any of the bands "krusties" that roamed the area. After lunch
climbed
to the roof of the cabin. Noted with concern a small column of smoke in the distance.
"Shit, I need binoculars as soon as possible!" He said to himself.
carefully thought next step. The motorway conducíaa the ring. Since she could find the most appropriate entry to the city. But the smoke forced him to ponder the situation. Did not want to even go there.
He sat in the passenger seat while displaying again the map. Mentally traced a path. Was much longer. If previously raised as more than likely the search for food to complete their journey to success, was now absolutely essential. So once again left the road and took a few meters ahead of the outputs conducíaa one of the nearby towns.
The road led him to a medium-sized town. Abandoned fields were happening on both sides. The small industrial estate bordering the village was totally burned, but the town looked good.
At the entrance stood a moment as he watched the rusty sign with the name of the population. Despite the rust and vegetation could further distinguish the first and last letters of this name: A ---- A
remembered this site. It was one of the last that he had "plundered" and it gave him an advantage.
(continued)
A bright light. A voice. He does not understand what he says but he knows that goes with it. After one hand, white, smooth skin. Lying as a bridge that ensures the transition to a better world. Already lost in the memory. Forgotten and the search. A paradise lost than not to return if not as dreamy, misty, ghostly. The hand moves away, tries to reach for the first time he sees before him something which is supposed to be his body. Want to cry and can not. Quietly desperate. Forgot speech, but would like. There is nothing to say. Her lips are sewn.
consquilleo I woke up slightly on the chin. He opened one eye slowly and shook his fist the bug that caused it.
The first-that autumn chill se colaba por las grietas de la casa. El salón ofrecía a la luz diurna un aspecto más deprimente del que recordaba al anochecer. Apuró el contenido de la lata de alubias que había abierto para cenar y comió un par de manzanas. Había tomado alimentos para un par de días, más para trocar con el "mugriento" que como provisiones. En caso de necesidad recordaba donde podía quedar algo en buen estado en ultramarinos y tiendas de las poblaciones cercanas a la ciudad.
Permaneció vigilante y a la escucha en el recibidor de la casa. Oteando por el ruinoso ventanuco, looking for a signal that he wanted to see. For more than an hour. A non-existent hunter stalking prey.
the end, when deemed appropriate, left the house, went back to the road and continued the journey. On one side of the fields and orchards, on the other highway, like a huge gray snake. Skirted the airport and the former army air base, destroyed by looters and hungry when everything started to crumble. Across the way a people who remembered well have cleaned house by house next to an industrial area burned to its foundations.
began to see increasingly darker and remains of vehicles on the road. Went up to her. He looked around. Abandoned hulks on empty and macabre form a bottleneck rusty. Almost all were burned to warm the shivering stars of the urban exodus that first winter. Stacked Asphalt mummified corpses fallen in the long march to nowhere. The belongings thrown open and recorded long ago and looted. A mother hugging a esqueletito amojamada among blackened arms. He closed his eyes. Desolation.
went forward, looking over the wreckage. Looking for anything that might be. Avoiding car accidents, some with a pair of bony hands still gripping the steering wheel.
At noon he stopped for a snack in the shade of an old truck. At dusk estaríaa the city gates. He remembered a couple of places nearby where I could sleep sheltered. Did not want to encounter any of the bands "krusties" that roamed the area. After lunch
climbed
to the roof of the cabin. Noted with concern a small column of smoke in the distance.
"Shit, I need binoculars as soon as possible!" He said to himself.
carefully thought next step. The motorway conducíaa the ring. Since she could find the most appropriate entry to the city. But the smoke forced him to ponder the situation. Did not want to even go there.
He sat in the passenger seat while displaying again the map. Mentally traced a path. Was much longer. If previously raised as more than likely the search for food to complete their journey to success, was now absolutely essential. So once again left the road and took a few meters ahead of the outputs conducíaa one of the nearby towns.
The road led him to a medium-sized town. Abandoned fields were happening on both sides. The small industrial estate bordering the village was totally burned, but the town looked good.
At the entrance stood a moment as he watched the rusty sign with the name of the population. Despite the rust and vegetation could further distinguish the first and last letters of this name: A ---- A
remembered this site. It was one of the last that he had "plundered" and it gave him an advantage.
(continued)
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Official Morrowind Patch
IV
repented. There was to be left alive such a bastard. It had been played in a good number of times to forgive him now. Then he changed his mind. Did not return. At no time had, so I had to fear reprisals. Or the "Brotherhood", or the allies or associates of the "filthy" (which was, and not a few, considering the success of their exchanges.)
not cost much to find the old highway while away these thoughts from his mind. I had only been in the city once and did not keep a good memory. In the wake of what he specialized in the surrounding towns (in ruins dominate the ancient buildings and worse) than those who, not without difficulty, could start valuables in the rubble.
Once she moved to find a viaduct in good condition and there, sheltered from the wind, displayed a map that had recovered from the station. The terrain was flat to its target and was just punctuated by small towns that were growing (Sizeand number) as it approached the capital of the region.
left the lonely highway and walked down a rural road adjacent to it. Bordering old orange groves and a ruined peasant hut.
At dusk saw what looked like an old manor house partially burned and well away from the road. Stopped. Had to find a place to spend the night and the idea of passing the open not particularly attracted. He looked to the sky, mentally calculated the time it remained sunny (no more than three hours with full light) and decided to take a look. He went
carefully to the house until he lost eye. Recent rains had completed the work that the fire left half so that the upper floors seemed completely inaccessible. In contrast, the floor looked better and retained much of its walls standing.
When I was a few hundred meters or so we bet the bushes.
waited and watched. Nothing
, the wind whipping the branches of the bushes. A window rhythmically hitting the frame. Eolo to howl through the holes, nooks and crannies of the mansion. Nothing
final.
He licked his forefinger and raised it. Reversed its position to stand against the wind and sniffed. Nothing. Neither the characteristic scent of wood smoke and wet as usual hurried off fires. Nor does the peculiar stench given off by krusties (recognizable meters).
Nothing. Or anyone. Apparently it was the only one around.
He approached the entrance and pushed the door slightly. Relented on its hinges and he saw a hall destroyed. Three
more. A blackened before him. Two to each side.
He drew the gun in silence while holding the rod by hand iquierda.
He used to push the door was left ajar on the right. Partially collapsed and a wardrobe full of debris. To his left
what seemed an office wide open.
After ruling people "surprise" in these two rooms moved to the back door. He hung the rod on his back and grabbed the knob with one hand while the other, sweating, clutching the gun.
The burst open and watched. A huge hall completely burned. Something like a charred corpse before him. Blackened furniture. The chimney, beside a large-scale timber, unused by the debris of higher plants. The wind slipping through cracks and crevices. Several doors closed and also affected by the fire.
Nothing of value had not been sacked earlier.
checked the other rooms of the plant demolished a living room, a toilet with traces of dirt and a hole in the wall through which you could see the surrounding area and a kitchen full of dust and decay that had been much less affected by the fire that the living room. There was a small door in one corner. Conducíaa an empty pantry.
back into the room tried to access the first floor. Set foot on a step, crackle, then another, more.
hesitated for a moment. Despite having recorded ruins in worse shape than it was something in that wooden crisp persuaded him to do so. He took the lantern of the bag with a couple of batteries. The ignited and focused to the top floor. The dim yellow light showing tore the floor rests on the first floor interspersed with various furniture and detritus.
seemed determined to resign when he thought he saw something in a corner cleared the landing.
a door.
hesitated again. Could spend the night with some quiet up there?
thought that it was not worth the risk. If he decided to venture there above others could do it. And more so if they meant desperate.
therefore barred as best he could the main gate and the entrances to accommodate Salony tried to sleep on it.
(continued)
repented. There was to be left alive such a bastard. It had been played in a good number of times to forgive him now. Then he changed his mind. Did not return. At no time had, so I had to fear reprisals. Or the "Brotherhood", or the allies or associates of the "filthy" (which was, and not a few, considering the success of their exchanges.)
not cost much to find the old highway while away these thoughts from his mind. I had only been in the city once and did not keep a good memory. In the wake of what he specialized in the surrounding towns (in ruins dominate the ancient buildings and worse) than those who, not without difficulty, could start valuables in the rubble.
Once she moved to find a viaduct in good condition and there, sheltered from the wind, displayed a map that had recovered from the station. The terrain was flat to its target and was just punctuated by small towns that were growing (Sizeand number) as it approached the capital of the region.
left the lonely highway and walked down a rural road adjacent to it. Bordering old orange groves and a ruined peasant hut.
At dusk saw what looked like an old manor house partially burned and well away from the road. Stopped. Had to find a place to spend the night and the idea of passing the open not particularly attracted. He looked to the sky, mentally calculated the time it remained sunny (no more than three hours with full light) and decided to take a look. He went
carefully to the house until he lost eye. Recent rains had completed the work that the fire left half so that the upper floors seemed completely inaccessible. In contrast, the floor looked better and retained much of its walls standing.
When I was a few hundred meters or so we bet the bushes.
waited and watched. Nothing
, the wind whipping the branches of the bushes. A window rhythmically hitting the frame. Eolo to howl through the holes, nooks and crannies of the mansion. Nothing
final.
He licked his forefinger and raised it. Reversed its position to stand against the wind and sniffed. Nothing. Neither the characteristic scent of wood smoke and wet as usual hurried off fires. Nor does the peculiar stench given off by krusties (recognizable meters).
Nothing. Or anyone. Apparently it was the only one around.
He approached the entrance and pushed the door slightly. Relented on its hinges and he saw a hall destroyed. Three
more. A blackened before him. Two to each side.
He drew the gun in silence while holding the rod by hand iquierda.
He used to push the door was left ajar on the right. Partially collapsed and a wardrobe full of debris. To his left
what seemed an office wide open.
After ruling people "surprise" in these two rooms moved to the back door. He hung the rod on his back and grabbed the knob with one hand while the other, sweating, clutching the gun.
The burst open and watched. A huge hall completely burned. Something like a charred corpse before him. Blackened furniture. The chimney, beside a large-scale timber, unused by the debris of higher plants. The wind slipping through cracks and crevices. Several doors closed and also affected by the fire.
Nothing of value had not been sacked earlier.
checked the other rooms of the plant demolished a living room, a toilet with traces of dirt and a hole in the wall through which you could see the surrounding area and a kitchen full of dust and decay that had been much less affected by the fire that the living room. There was a small door in one corner. Conducíaa an empty pantry.
back into the room tried to access the first floor. Set foot on a step, crackle, then another, more.
hesitated for a moment. Despite having recorded ruins in worse shape than it was something in that wooden crisp persuaded him to do so. He took the lantern of the bag with a couple of batteries. The ignited and focused to the top floor. The dim yellow light showing tore the floor rests on the first floor interspersed with various furniture and detritus.
seemed determined to resign when he thought he saw something in a corner cleared the landing.
a door.
hesitated again. Could spend the night with some quiet up there?
thought that it was not worth the risk. If he decided to venture there above others could do it. And more so if they meant desperate.
therefore barred as best he could the main gate and the entrances to accommodate Salony tried to sleep on it.
(continued)
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