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On Thursday, a story. The radius of the night. A taxi Angel

A José Luis Garci.

The closed window was incompatible with the sweltering heat of the night. But if opened, will enter the mosquito and that if it was a viable alternative. Opted for a cold shower and a body temper threatened to not sleep a wink all night.

once again repeated the path that led from the sheets warm the cold of the refrigerator, waterlogged your stomach with ice cream and fizzy contents of a mini Vichy Catalan.

considered the possibility of dormice, which is usually one of them slept, but was then returning to the bedroom when paid attention to the bright spots of his new stereo.

"That is, would some of their favorite albums,

However night demanded something less predictable, I knew the play order and the text so often heard the songs needed more improvisation, more surprise. Something that distracted by the unexpected ... Maybe the radio?.

"Sure, how I had not thought of before? -

dial searched at random and was attracted to the prevailing voice in the darkness of this endless night:

"De you again, Alone in the Dawn. For once in life, this strange jump in the record, it has been blamed for Antonito, our man on the buttons ... "

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passed the hours listening to and feeling that presence with a gentle tone of defiance, that friendly melody that winds of change proposed, the rhythm that opened a new dream situation. Now more than ever wanted to sleep, remained alert and responsive to any suggestion, any message out of that script generated in and for the radio in the evening ...

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Angel has 25 to 53 years. 53 in the DNI and 25 as a taxi driver. During these years he has shared many stories and situations with strangers every day better understand human nature.

is not easy to comment or to their colleagues or his family, so keep your theories silently. It has come to categorize people's lives. According to him, humans really only have a very short list of problems ... and many of them are caused by fear or lack of affection.

On Friday evening is to serve in the Manises airport because many people come for the weekend. Today has just waited 40 minutes and taxis just in front of Thomas and James, two new friends with whom he shared gathering up a while ago.

"Let's see, he thinks large family with lots of luggage, for Thomas. Iran Saler area.

Executive seriously, to Jaime. Sure returns to work in Madrid ...

And I play that girl will be old mobile Mariona. In about thirty years and with a look upset, newcomer seemed distracted. Just carrying a travel bag, indicating that only would be one night. Surely it was in Valencia because, for a single day would have left the car in the parking lot.

After entering the car, Angel with his usual respect, asked: "Good Miss days, "I tells you where we going?

That first moment is the only time that Angel is often turned to his passenger to smile. Has always believed that one should be cordial and then let the passenger space.

-The Hotel Petit Palace Bristol, please, "she said as she continued her conversation," So will not you come today? ... And what am I supposed to Valencia alone? Tomorrow I go in to story ... Forget it, this is ridiculous. I'll see what I say to my parents to be back sooner than expected.

was impossible not to hear that but Angel did not even look at her. He listened as she began to mourn trying not to make noise, but inside the car is too small a space to avoid breathing the tension.

Angel takes a lifetime talking without looking at the people face to face and know that actually makes them feel comfortable. So, after thinking a moment, just started to talk knowing that it would produce some surprise to his passenger and did not send him silent:

"The other day my daughter gave me for my birthday a tie. She will have her age or less. I remember opening the package my first thought is that this year's tie was the most beautiful that I had given her and gave her a big kiss. Each year it makes me more excited to receive his tie.

see, I spend many hours here alone at the wheel, watching the world go by ... I have much time to think, I'm able to get around everything. I have 53 years and I spend 6 days a week driving. I actually have not worn a tie since ... let me think ... since precisely from the communion of my daughter. But I keep all that gives me a treasure.

Any might think that giving me my tie is the clearest demonstration that my daughter and I did not try a lot ... She now lives his life and has problems like everyone else, but he knows he has me here for whatever you want.

remember one day when I was little, was about 12, I wondered why most people wear ties to work and I did not take her. I said that the tie is not just a way of trying to please people when you do not know. And all those people who looked certain that a tie had to meet new people every day. But she insisted: "Dad, you in the taxi always meeting new people. "I said not really got to know these people, who exchanged a greeting and just barely see his face. And as far in the rearview mirror. But she insisted and told me something that gave me much food for thought.

He said, "Dad, you've always said that people are referred immediately to one or two words."

Silence of his passenger told him he was listening, so he continued with his story.

"My daughter is named Mariona and lives in Madrid. I remember one season he spent pretty bad because of an undesirable that many months had cheated because he was married. That year his mother and I knew I was not happy. You could tell by his speech. We called less. Her mother insisted that I come to see me for my birthday and it took convincing. It is as if we were hiding something. I myself came to pick her up at the airport. What I'm expecting to see her from time to time! In the same way, the airport home, I told him what happened.

I could tell he was sad. Just talked. She knew she had to do but I needed to speak it, hear it from herself.

And while sitting back there, as are you now, we had a conversation between father and daughter. Sometimes people know exactly what suits you, it just does not dare to ask.

After that we went to take a chocolate and we did not talk about it. But she drew a package from her bag and said, "Dad this tie is not really for you, just bought at the airport to another person. I know that but I will not use the gift to savor the world. " He gave me a big hug. And this year brings me or send me a tie. What stuff!, I still get emotional when remembering that afternoon.

The girl was a time I had left to mourn. He had been listening to the story of the driver, who for some reason he had calmed down. The man spoke to her, but not even looking in the mirror, as if to himself. And that gave him space and made him feel comfortable.

We're coming, ma'am. If I may make a suggestion, I will leave you in Plaza de la Reina. Your hotel is two blocks. You will pass by the chocolate Santa Catalina, which is next to the church, that is where we take my daughter and me a chocolate since then, whenever it comes.

Then walk a bit towards the cathedral. The center of Valencia is always a place to not feel alone.

see, I usually work on Saturdays also in this area. I come every morning about 10:00 to the taxi stand, for if you need a ride to the airport.

The next morning at 11 o'clock, the taxi was waiting at the bus stop. After a few minutes until the girl opened the door and went back into the taxi. Angel as always turned to smile at the passenger. On this occasion already knew the destination, but would not be explicit to be comfortable.

"Good morning Miss, can I indicate where are we going?

The girl smiled and said,

-Al airport. Home.

Along the way, Angel did not ask the girl on the day before or if he had taken the chocolate. He maintained his usual warmth and improvised a conversation I will not bother his passenger. Upon reaching the terminal, turn Angel back:

"They 17'50, miss.

soon as she saw out of the car.

The girl had left on the seat by a 20 euro note and a package. When opened, Angel smiled at a tie with a note saying: "For the father of Mariona.

He was thoughtful for a moment until he heard someone opening the taxi door and automatically turned to his passenger:

"Good morning sir," I tells you where we going?

The author of this story is Enrique Tellechea, I read during the flight Paris - Valencia in the Journal of the company and with your permission Vueling is dedicated to Vivian / Casss, which now will have left a taxi in T4 in Madrid after spending a few days with us and we have had the pleasure of sampling their delicious chocolate side of Santa Catalina.

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On Thursday, a story. A historical account

Wedding agreed to in May. There were many years of relationships and the end of the Civil War favored apparent normality. There were still fears and uncertainties, small cracks through which any new illusion could succumb to their own fears or the fears of others.

in Valencia, still with the sequel to "red zone" no one could be fully peaceful.

had to get and fill many "roles" of good conduct certificates, birth certificates, registration papers ...

He had it easy, was born in the city and belonged to a family of well-known discrete Christian customs.

What instead it was more difficult, immigrated as a child from a village in the English Channel and to the imminence of the wedding, my grandfather asked Max to travel to town to get some of those as complicated as necessary roles that only the priest or the mayor could validate.

Maximus returned to his hometown after many years and began the process in the Church and City Hall to obtain documents that would enable the wedding of Amparo. The people were wounded, the confrontation between brothers left traces of mistrust that is not camouflaged to look into the eyes, the victims of both sides shared blood and surnames from that time and for many years, settled hatred in their hearts.

Someone commented on the Civil Guard barracks, the "Valencia" had returned to town. Yeah, that bastard Communist during the war organized the social assistance in a neighborhood of the "red" eastern city. Quickly and without further explanation grandfather was jailed pending sentencing by Republican and subversive.

The wedding was suspended and they both moved to town to intercede for the release of his grandfather. Claimed that his work was humanitarian, that was not an active militant and affiliation to the base of the PSOE obtained to develop the industrial action which had always worked RENFE train driver.

Sometimes the enemies are more afraid of what they represent than for what they really are and represent maximum independence, autonomy, freedom, in a town stained with hatred, which will probably never forgave his departure, and now, someone from their "family" was commissioned to remedy.

Amparo A year later and Alfredo were married.

Max could not attend, died a few weeks of his detention in prison Villarrobledo ...

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About ... "On Thursday, the story"

seems easy ... A call, a topic to share and a unconditional friend to join the adventure to tell about the proposed title. Nothing

apparently easier. Freedom to express, without limitation of characters and get close to Thursday to publish.

The issue is an excuse to find your own interpretation or even give around and take her to a field in which you are obviously more comfortable.

worth the drama, tragedy, comedy, abstraction, concept, irony, transcendence or perhaps just the opposite.

Poetry, prose, prose poetry, rhetoric, research, history, fiction or reality, sometimes ours.

The case is that stories about "that."

However, nothing more difficult to keep alive this participation.

With a frequency regular, week after week, adding new rapporteurs and aging along with the idea like a fine wine that keeps the sediment settled at the bottom of the bottle.

These "Thursday ..." came before "Saturday ..."

The call for Mercedes Martin, created the stimuli and background to the formula familiar. The "Saturday, in the success of participation, languished, drifted apart, were attacked and badly wounded were somewhat to succumb, leaving a pleasant taste to people who work at the time of kick-off, side by side from ignorance staff, from the almost anonymous, planting the desire and the will to build a day through our screens plasma encontrásemos our third dimension.

As a visionary, who intuits the orphans of the collective. Thessalus proposed an alternative mate: "This Thursday, the story" a few months later, in September 2009, offered the staff of the literary village Gustavo, who picked up with renewed strength and a display of will, imagination and personal generosity has maintained this provocative, moving each week that sediment that lies at the bottom of this bottle and goes by almost a hundred calls.

More than fifty speakers, participated from their respective posts in a more or less regular, publishing their shared histories and comment with love and respect so each week it becomes hard work.

this post, just wants to be a recognition of Mercedes, and Gustavo Thessalus as well as peers once they have had a hand from your keyboard, keeping alive the draft approach so successful that are being achieved.

button was on Thursday, in which participants have a brilliant display of teamwork with the original call four hands or in some cases to six.

Mood Gustavo, not to relax the party, you know that we are for what you need.

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Under the gaze of the statue. Meeting km 0

That evening, Gaston gave back to the statue of Felipe III.

Facing the arches of the Plaza Mayor, to compromise with his imperturbable eye makeup camouflaged in the laborious, proclaiming him as one of the best human statues in the city of Madrid.

The afternoon session had started, nothing could distract you, your muscles must remain loose, abandoned the passage of minutes, motionless. To avoid distractions that disturb their concentration used (for that was the advice he received from the legendary Marcel Marceau) to fix their attention on a large group of people who remained seated in their vicinity, so that capturing conversations and stopping at each physical jugase one to guess his personality.

this afternoon that group of people, it seemed as good as any to drink those minutes, interrupted only occasionally by the sound of coins hitting inside the metal container.

The first that caught his attention was a strong man and flat, the kind that inhabit the capital, caught the attention of the rest, you could tell he loved him, someone called "maragato" . The care of stillness, thought that this could not be his name, but defined to perfection his noble spirit and spontaneous.

Beside him, a young black curly hair, laughing with ease and freshness. For a moment he betrayed his Catalan accent, that which is washed by the Sea Serrat and floods all around the spark salt waters.

front of them, participating and adding his charm, a beautiful woman, sometimes hiding what they were beautiful eyes behind some dark sunglasses, Celia, so it was called, was elected in silence, from Alma, Reason and Ella.

Talks stalled crossing and pantomime (Buenos Aires district of birth), we were happy to discover a friendly voice, the sweetness of a melody neighbor, the tone out of a southern heart.

A hair blonde, Vivian, and heard a knock at the vortex of golden fringe, a newcomer from the other side of Mar del Plata.

detected the presence of a handsome, curious observer of reality, of which he was part. Paused, measuring his few interventions. Smile shy but naughty, that is they are fans of a second division team, when they remove one of the first, although he does not like football. I thought I heard someone call Luis.

He called attention hyperactivity of a big man who stood up and resolved, ordered and suggested, it seems that was the boss, the inventor of the meeting, the manager that permanent smile and soft hand counted and counted and kept saying ... And what I tell you?

The master of mime, was locked in time, the human tide almost trampling their feet stuck in the cobblestones of the square.

caught a mild voice, light and fresh, as if from a small bottle of cologne. It looked like a girl, but she refused. Sure behind those lenses guess people people, was still that they called the Girl with the Brunettes.

Arrolladora was a woman, carefree, loving and close, with his plaid shirt jeans out of his jeans denim shirt color. Yes! Much Texan as befits a woman who answered to two names Ana and Medea ... Medea and Ana

Her boyfriend, a man named Manu (the damned handsome) man whispering to the horses, active, helpful, talkative without end, sure bed and tucked them all.

mime the motion not in his office learned that "The work of art is the human subject" thought that this could be applied to a mischievous-looking woman, intelligent smile and quip, hair guy or woman with hair short, whatever you want and you thought you could learn many things, Natali assumed that was his name ... but now was what he was.

breathed softly, barely a nod to rebuild the quiet of his impenetrable face, stared at serene-looking woman, the observer, as the audience he needed, able to see in bottom of things and sensitive to any form of poetry, such as your name, Guadalupe, celebrated as the place was called Indian before "the island of beautiful and restful waters," so it seemed.

followed with particular random order and hit a fresh face, clean and bright as olive oil, curious, wasting sympathy and affection, like a queen Andalusian a throne made of letters, full stops and commas. Lips of white stars of San ... to name

indifferent to the cold and melancholy, the living statue was running out of time and energy. A new component of the varied and intimate group caused a slight smile. That gray conceited, gesturing hovering between stars, queens, princesses, kids from the movie and fictional heroes. Adolfo Dominguez advanced student in the amount of fine wrinkles that exhibited in his tan suit, but audience after all. And him, that of the frozen gesture, he knew that no audience was a nobody.

Dedicated to: Cristina, Jose Ignacio and Ferran, who have not left in the photo, but they were ... Clear that they were!