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!)
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