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SIETE MINUTOS
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SIETE MINUTOS
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Beginnings
The backyard looked dark with its muddy floor and shrubs growing by the wall, as the sun
careered through the sky in its journey towards infinity. Shifting on the mud by the edge of a
puddle, Homer played with his toys in the water. After enticing some ants with a sweet he had
put in a paper boat, he made it capsize in the mud, and their bodies floated under the sun.
“Hurrah,” he said.
Homer danced around the water, as a woman appeared at the door wearing a dressing gown
and with her hair tied in a bun. Avoiding the toys and other things on the floor, she stood by
the puddles Homer had made, little dots floating amidst the mud. She had battled the ants for a
long time, as after invading the kitchen, they had gone to the other rooms until the house had
been full of the insects. Shivering in the breeze blowing through the garden, mother pushed a
Those words brought Homer back to reality. He had to eat before conquering the world.
Leaving a trail of mud on the floor, he washed himself in the sink, as footsteps echoed in the
corridor and father appeared at the door. Middle aged, plump and with a round face, he wore
an apron over his big stomach while fiddling with his hands.
Mother stopped with a plate in her hands, smoke rising to the ceiling like a staircase to
heaven. Father didn’t bring surprises very often, apart from a day when he had found a puppy
in the street but she had taken it to the dog shelter in spite of Homer’s complaints. A small man
interrupted the silence, his glasses shining under the light of the electric bulb. Homer watched
the stranger waiting by the door as the clock ticked and silence filled everything.
After disentangling herself from his arms, mother poured soup on another bowl as Uncle
Hugh sat by Homer’s side, before pushing his glasses up his nose. He talked of his adventure
Uncle Hugh had not enjoyed the fresh Caribbean sun amidst his bouts of sickness. Homer
imagined his uncle looking at the land in the horizon, full of trees and hope, while his stomach
“I remember the day you rescued a dollar bill,” Uncle Hugh said.
“After flying to the branches of a tree, he put it in his wet nappy,” mother said.
Homer knew all the rest. A neighbour who happened to be hanging the washing at that
moment dropped her husband’s pants in the mud, and he left her for the barmaid living next
door. School children sang songs of glory as Father Ricardo praised the qualities of the child
during Sunday mass, and everyone loved him because he was a star. Then Uncle Hugh found a
Homer saw a chubby baby without much hair and a toothless smile, sitting in a chair. The
man waited for the reaction to the memory of that moment in time when he had snapped reality
forever.
Mother served lunch in his plate, while she spoke of Homer’s birth in the mist of time. Born
during a solar eclipse, he had cried for the first time with the retreating shadows, while doctors
and nurses looked at the sun from the hospital roof. An old nurse who didn’t have good eyes
had helped with the delivery, and Homer had been born after mother had pushed a few times.
The sun had been absent during Homer’s birth as he hid behind the shadow of the moon.
Mother thought she had the daughter she always wanted while father sulked, and the nurse
delivered the placenta. She discovered her mistake a few moments later.
After wiping a tear, she looked at the pictures on the wall, where she held a baby in her
arms. Homer felt the luckiest boy in the world, as everybody loved him, even if the sun had left
him in darkness at the beginning of his life. Uncle Hugh fumbled in his pockets, where he
“Put it in your money box,” he said. “It will bring you good luck.”
Homer admired the coin as the moment stretched into infinity, and the brown marks on the
wall turned into monsters, fighting amidst the buildings where the dollar reigned supreme.
Homer played with his cars as Uncle Hugh spoke of chasing film stars in their limousines in a
place called Broadway. He had seen Marilyn Monroe in the streets filled with the colours of
the morning or the grey curtains of the night, while showing her pants forever. Money filled
Homer’s mind when he ran his trucks through the mud on in that first day of his life, when he
had found out the mysteries of the world . At first Homer saw a shadow behind the tree, but
then he noticed a boy's dirty hair and freckles. He had a sense of déjà vu, while studying the
“Hello,” he said.
The boy remained quiet as time went past in this new reality where someone had invaded
Homer’s universe.
Homer studied the stranger with dirty shoes and stained shirt as he left muddy streaks across
Kneeling down on the floor, Jose ran one of the trucks along the track of dirt leading to the
fence, before falling on the mud. After washing his hands in the water tap by the door, he
Those words broke the spell the child had brought to Homer’s world, even though he had
They rolled amidst the mud, disturbing a few birds looking for worms in the mess, but as
As he pursed his lips, he howled aloud. Jose took a deep breath and barked as Homer
“Yes,” he said.
They barked while holding their cars and the dog next door howled. Then Homer’s mother
“That dog is too noisy,” she said. “I’ll complain to the owner.”
She didn’t notice Jose and Homer thought the child lived in another world he had yet to
discover. Mother took a look at the messy place and left to finish with her homework. Time
had disappeared as they went on playing, while the mud glowed under the sun like a sacred lake
lost in time. Homer thought he had been there all of his life, even before his birth under the
dark sun. Then Jose gestured at the stars that had appeared in the sky, as the sun set in the
horizon.
Homer saw specks of light shimmering through the darkness while the child ran in circles
around the tree, chanting strange words and touching the bark.
Shadows spread around them and more stars appeared in the sky, as Homer followed his
friend. After a few minutes of chanting and calling, they sat down in the ground.
“Your history.”
Thinking Jose wanted to play another game, Homer ran around the tree shouting and barking
but the child had gone. As he looked for him all over the garden, he found a roll of papers on
the floor. They must have fallen out of Jose’s pocket as he ran away from the shadows of time.
Words in another language intermingled with drawings of the sun, looked back at him. He had
Homer spent a boring evening, as his parents counted the money they had earned during the
day and Uncle Hugh told them about his life in the USA. After looking at the window, Homer
saw stars peeking behind the clouds, and the Milky Way had to be up there, where suns burned
amidst dust and gas like Jose had said. He listened to the sounds of the night while shadows
“Mum,” he said.
Homer rushed upstairs after wishing them goodnight. Once in his room, he emptied his bag
on the bed and counted all the pesos he had collected over the weeks, but his uncle’s coin was
Uncle Hugh slept in the guest room, next to marks on the wall undergoing some kind of
transformation. Homer imagined his uncle fighting the spirits of the house when they slept that
night. He thought of the mysteries of his birth, while retreating into a world full of fantasy,
dreams and nightmares. Jose had to be real if he had played with his toy cars but he had to
remember something....
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Maria
Homer danced around the tree of life chanting to the stars, scaring the squirrels and stepping
on centipedes. Jose’s last words didn’t make any sense now or ever.
Homer waited under the branches of the tree, as the breeze moved his hair and the birds looked
for worms in the grass. Jose had to be on the other side of the garden, where the bushes formed
An electric current ran through his body as the most beautiful girl in the world, wearing a
blue dress that moulded itself onto her body had appeared by his side. At first Homer thought
he had imagined her, but then she smiled, showing perfect teeth beneath rosy lips.
The girl’s laughter interrupted the silence of his world, while he played with his clothes.
The man helping in his parent’s shop had to be Miguel and this wonderful creature his
daughter. The sound of the dog next door barking interrupted his reverie.
They ran back into the kitchen where a cluttered table stood by a sink
full of saucepans. On tidying away some of the chaos, he found the tricycle Uncle Hugh had
given him years before along with the toy cars. As she looked at the pictures in the albums,
He explained how they had bought the shop after borrowing money from Uncle Hugh. They
had to pay him back but the business had been slow during the last few months.
“Seagulls?”
Maria saw a few pictures of seagulls Homer had in a magazine. Those birds brought to his
memory their trip, when father drank lots of herbal tea to cure his sea sickness.
Talking about his childhood wouldn’t stop his longing for that country he had never known.
That must have been the home Jose had mentioned around the tree in the backyard. As she ate
a biscuit, he saw crumbs falling between into the infinity of her breasts but he had to be strong.
“Coca?” he asked.
She nodded. “The Indians will travel long distances to buy it.”
Homer’s eyes rose from her breasts to her face. He wanted to keep her by his side forever,
“Father buys coca from Coconucos in the central cordillera,” she said.
Homer had never heard of it. Rummaging in her bag, she put a few crushed leaves in his
hand.
He wanted to kiss her lips, as he heard the story of the plant the Indians chewed on their
journey through the mountains. Homer imagined them queuing outside the shop, bringing the
spells of the jungle to the business. He followed her dark eyes, as she looked at the palms of
She told him how her mother had taught her to read palms on quiet evenings, when her
brothers and sisters had gone to sleep. The sun had been important for someone born under its
influence.
As she studied the papers Jose had left on the floor, Homer looked at her profile under the
light of the sun coming through the window. He wanted to do anything for this beautiful girl
“Jose was my invisible friend,” he said. “We went around the tree of life, chanting to the
Homer looked at the words made up of strange things. It had to be a magical language if
She lived in a small room with a cooker and a cubicle with a shower in the corner. With
only three beds, her father slept on the sofa and some of her brothers on the floor. Homer
“A latrine?”
He had never heard of such a thing. They had to move over piles of rubbish strewn on the
floor to go to the latrine by the shed. Maria looked relaxed, in spite of her ordeal. As she
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talked, he noticed the crucifix moving between her breasts like a lost angel. Homer wanted to
She wouldn’t accept the offer of his bed, even if she had to sleep with her family in a
cramped room.
“I won’t,” he said.
After running upstairs, Homer found father in bed, the room smelling of incense and herbs,
as tufts of hair stuck to his skin. Illness was a luxury father couldn’t afford when they needed
Father had gone to bed, complaining of pain in his arm that morning as Miguel had seen to
the customers in the shop. A bottle of aspirin lay on the bedside table, the best drug in the
world according to her, while the clock on the wall marked the passage of time. Homer found
Lost in their own thoughts, they waited in silence, darkness stretching up to infinity outside
the window. Mother held father’s hands, muttering a prayer and wishing for him to get better.
Then the room turned icy, incense filling everything as mother prayed to her God. Homer
didn’t feel any pulse in his father’s wrists. Everybody had to have a pulse or they would die.
Darkness
Struggling against the darkness swallowing his soul, Homer remained by his father’s side,
hot tears running down his cheeks. Father had been alive a few minutes before. It had to be a
mistake.
Miguel organised everything during the next few hours when people came to the house and
Maria brought cups of tea. Heavily sedated, mother rested in bed, while Homer remained
After dressing father in his best clothes, the undertaker made him ready for that final trip in
this world. They buried father in a shallow grave by a tree at the back of the cemetery. Time
had gone past in a blur as the priest talked and people offered their condolences. Homer
reflected in his life since he had been a child, tears rolling down his cheeks. He had to find the
reason for his existence and for that journey their parents had made a long time ago in search of
paradise. He sat in his room after going back home, where Maria tried to bring him back to
reality.
Homer had to awaken from the limbo he had fallen into since father’s death, as mother
buried herself in a room full of memories. One morning a few weeks after father’s death,
Homer found a large envelope with a nice stamp by the door. As he opened it, a cheque fell on
the table. Uncle Hugh had sent them money to board a ship on route to New York. Homer
He showed her the letter inviting them to a city full of opportunities in spite of the recession.
Uncle Hugh’s Pictures showed the Statue of Liberty raising its torch to the sky, calling for them
to come to another world. On admiring the Empire State Building, Maria had to imagine all the
“Lifts?”
As Maria thought of all the wonders in the USA, Homer took the tray up to mother’s bed,
Putting the tray on her lap, he helped her to sit up on the bed. She looked tired and drained
Mother ate the scrambled egg, thin fingers cutting the bacon, before mixing it with the eggs.
As she sipped her cup of tea, Homer summoned enough courage to give her the news.
Mother looked for the glasses on the bedside table before reading the letter with the nice
handwriting. Homer watched her reaction to uncle’s invitation while pouring more juice in her
glass. After putting the letter on the table, she sipped her tea. Father’s death had left her tired
of life.
Mother buttered her bread while he tried to convince her of the benefits of New York on her
health and well being. A big city might offer more opportunities in their lives.
After brushing the crumbs off the sheets, mother lay back on the bed trying to forget the
letter and Uncle Hugh. Homer had to fight against her stubbornness to get what he wanted.
Mother shut her eyes, pretending to be asleep but Homer wouldn’t give up. They had come
to South America in search of a better life and they could do it again. She looked at the
pictures Uncle Hugh had sent them, as he spoke of the doctors looking after her in New York.
Pushing the pictures away, she covered herself with the blankets, while Homer waited by
her side. He had to convince her of the goodness of that other country, where he might earn
lots of money. Homer held mother’s hand, muttering silent prayers and wishing for her to
come back to reality. He didn’t believe in God but this was an urgent matter.
Miguel appeared at the door, accompanied by a plump priest, wearing a black habit in
contrast to his pale face. Three strands of dark hair adorned his head and his ears stuck out of
more tufts of hair. He put his bible on the table, as mother opened her eyes.
The priest sat by her side, hands searching for hers as thunder roared outside and drops of
rain battered the window. After crossing himself, he waited for the storm to die out, leaving
them in peace.
“In the name of the father, of the son and of the holy spirit,” father Ricardo said, sprinkling
After anointing her forehead, he wished for her soul to be accepted in the kingdom of God,
because of the work Jesus Christ had started on earth, before ascending to heaven.
He threw the container on the floor, where it shattered in many pieces all over the carpet.
Maria picked some of the glass with the dustpan and brush she had found in a corner.
The world remained in the grip of the storm, as the wind battered the tree against the wall.
Father Ricardo prayed, while shadows covered the world, and thunder exploded around them.
Homer though the sun had abandoned them to their fate once more, as Father Ricardo raised
his arms to the ceiling, a strand of hair falling on his face. The priest regained his composure,
After putting his glasses on, Father Ricardo ran his eyes through the letter, stopping in a few
He talked of a city full of gangsters, where loose women wandered the streets, looking for
young boys like Homer. Evil awaited in every corner ready to lead him away from God’s path.
Thinking on the problem while Mother drank her tea, Father Ricardo noticed the bags
Miguel had left by the door that morning. On seeing his accusing eyes, Maria tried to explain
Father Ricardo crossed himself, after looking at her with disdain. She might lead Homer
Father Ricardo didn’t like people turning their backs on Jesus Christ for economic reasons.
Parents had to teach their children their religious duties even if they were young or their souls
might go to hell.
“If we don’t go to New York, I’ll sell merchandise in the slums” Homer said.
The priest hated Homer’s ideas. That young man would cause the end of the world one day.
Father Ricardo took another bottle of holy water out of his bag and sprinkled it around the
room, vanquishing all the demons forever. As mother coughed, he held her hand, his lips
whispering prayers.
Father Ricardo didn’t need a doctor when he could treat mother with his faith. He gave her
the last rites against Homer’s wishes as the storm raged outside.
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New business
After a night full of pain, mother passed away in the morning. Father Ricardo had done
Wiping his tears, Homer saw the room disappearing amidst the clouds surrounding his soul.
His mother looked pale in the bed, her dark hair surrounding her head like a halo. She had to
be sleeping after the priest had given her the last rites to enter the kingdom of heaven. Maria
brought him a tablet and a glass of water to calm the river of tears leaving his eyes.
Holding his hands, she muttered a prayer to God, keeping his mother captive in another
place and time far away from his own. Homer didn’t notice the passage of time in his new
reality, where Miguel organised the funeral amidst the coca leaves. They had to be in a drawer
by the sink but his legs refused to obey him. The sound of a few people coming in the room
disturbed his concentration. A woman stood by his side holding a handkerchief to her nose.
“I can’t believe it,” she said. “I saw her alive a few days ago.”
Homer heard her talking about her mother’s qualities. She had been a saint all her life,
working hard in the shop and looking after her family. He remembered his childhood in a shop
filled with boxes of merchandise, where his parents had never made any money, even if they
worked hard for many years. Uncle Hugh had brought toys for the child from that country of
the north, full of rich people with big houses and swimming pools.
The biggest treat in Homer's infancy had been their outings to the fair to see the bearded
woman, the fattest man and the child that fit in a tiny box. He had tried doing that with the
boxes in the cellar, scratching his legs and making mother angry.
Those sunny days had taught him so many things. He had learned how to annoy the monkey
man by throwing paper balls at his cage while shooting the camel woman with his water pistol.
“I’ll miss your mother,” the woman by his side interrupted his reverie.
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He wiped his tears, while the woman hugged him, as Homer tried to keep his balance. The
tablet Maria had given him had driven him away from reality.
Homer wondered why time had gone so fast, as the undertakers surrounded the coffin, and
the clock in the wall ticked in the saddest day of his life. Time doesn’t exist here, a voice said
in his mind but he dismissed it, as Maria appeared with a glass of water.
“You must have another tablet,” she said. “It will help you to relax.”
Putting the medicine in his tongue, he felt the acid taste, washed down with the water Maria
had brought him. Homer tried to get hold of reality as his mother lay dead in the coffin, and the
image of the monkey woman came back to his mind. His mother didn’t deserve to be locked
for eternity.
“Stop,” he said.
He drank the liquid they offered him in a small glass, even if he had the tablet from his pain
a few minutes before. Maria led him outside, where the undertaker put mother’s coffin in a
Maria helped him to get in the front sit, before climbing in the back. As the rest of the
people followed on foot, they took mother to the cemetery, where father waited amidst the
flowers and the rain. Mother had paid for her funeral with a life insurance she had purchased
before her death. Homer remembered her putting the money in the bank after doing her
shopping every month. The moving car brought him back to reality, dispelling some of the fog
in his mind. On arriving at the cemetery, Homer saw the mourners gathering by the chapel of
rest, as drops of rain fell on the earth, and the wind ruffled their hair. Father Ricardo appeared
by their side.
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Wiping his tears, Homer heard the man talking about his mother’s role in the world. She
had been a saint, following the right path during her life.
Homer shook his head. “He should have taken her to the hospital.”
Feeling the world crumbling away, nothing mattered anymore. As a dark land waited for
him at the end of time, Father Ricardo got ready to deliver his message of love amidst the rain
“Dear people,” he said. “We have lost an angel of mercy on this earth.”
He spoke of salvation, while Homer found more coca leaves in his pockets. Brittle and
dried, they might help him to forget his ache. He listened to all the good things his mother had
done, and how she had suffered in the hands of life, before shutting her eyes forever. After
sprinkling holy water over the coffin, Father Ricardo muttered a few prayers to our lord.
Homer remembered the day he had flown, the trees in the cemetery resembling the tree of
life in the backyard with its branches searching for the sky. Then drops of rain fell over the
After opening his umbrella, he talked of the work mother had started in this world, helping
“She gave me a sum of money every week for poor children begging in the streets,” he said.
Homer heard all the things his mother had done, as tears of frustration left his eyes, already
“This woman devoted most of her existence to helping other human beings to live better
Homer imagined all the things they might have bought with the money his mother had spent
in charities. He chewed some more coca leaves, their bitter taste leaving his mouth dry as the
“She will be remembered by the poor and meek,” Father Ricardo said.
A long line of children appeared along the path singing a hymn. One of them threw a single
Homer didn’t feel very well as Maria squeezed his hand. Then he cried on her shoulders for
all the times he had wanted a toy or nice clothes while his mother gave everything to charity.
Father Ricardo kept on talking of mother’s good work in the kingdom of God.
A few women dressed in black praised mother’s work on this earth. Homer didn’t want to
hear anymore terrible things his mother had done and put more coca leaves in his mouth.
Shutting his bible, Father Ricardo talked to the women while stroking the children’s heads.
Homer cried for his own life without the guidance of his mother.
“I hope so.”
Homer didn’t know when he might do that, while the crowd dispersed under the rain, and
They went back home through the same streets the funeral cortege had followed before,
where people went about their business and the shop looked sad under the rain. As they entered
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the building, Homer saw the empty space where the coffin had been that morning. Mother had
Homer had to start anew. His shop would be the best in town, even if mother had given her
money to charity.
“El Baratillo?”
He would charge hundreds of pesos every week for someone to live in his house, while he
slept in the shop. As Maria put the kettle on, he went in the cellar, full of shadows and
cobwebs, his footsteps echoing in the lose boards. Maria appeared behind him, with a cloth in
her hands.
He led her to the darkest part of the dark cellar, where moss grew on the walls and boxes of
merchandise rose up the walls. Disentangling herself from his arms, she left Homer alone in
that place full of grief. The darkness parted and he saw Jose’s face amongst the bags of coca,
while Homer saw another reality intruding into his world. A moon appeared behind the clouds
“Are you coming?” Maria’s voice disturbed the apparition, bringing him back to reality.
Muttering to himself, he had a last look at the cellar without a moon or anything else, before
making his way over the boxes of merchandise littering the place.
Standing by the cellar door, Homer remembered that world he had just glimpsed for a
second beyond the walls of cobwebs. He had a good imagination but this time the darkness had
Having a last look at the cellar, Homer got ready to start anew after the tragedy, even if he
The visitor
El Baratillo became an institution: a neck tie that cost ten pesos, Homer sold for eight pesos
and the same with everything else. One day something happened that changed his life. It
started in a simple way like all the great things in the world. An Indian with high cheek bones,
a long black skirt and his hair in a pony tail had come in the shop. Standing by the dirty white
walls, he waited while Homer sold to the customers. Miguel had gone to sort out a
consignment of coca leaves and Maria had stayed at home, helping her mother tidy the house.
The Indian stood by a few boxes of merchandise that had arrived that morning, and Homer
thought the man had gone to sleep in the corner. As he summoned enough courage to get
He didn’t want to accept the box the man offered him. It could be a bomb or something
equally sinister.
The Indian remained by the counter, his hands fiddling with the box he had in his hands.
Homer thought the policemen patrolling the market during the day would get rid of him.
Keeping his cool, he moved towards the shop door, hoping to find someone in the street to save
Then the man opened the bag he had in his hands. Expecting a big bang at any time, Homer
crouched behind some boxes of coca by the door. He expected the Indian to go in flames in
front of his eyes to please his gods or his people, as a small head surrounded by black hair
appeared out of the bag. With its eyes shut and sewn mouth, it looked like a midget’s head
from another land. Memories of the fair with all the malformed people in cages came back to
Homer’s mind, while, he studied the head with its yellow skin.
The Indian checked the bags of coca by his feet, while muttering to himself.
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Homer understood why the Indian had brought the head to his shop. The fame of his coca
leaves must have spread to the inhabitants of the jungle, amidst their trees and pumas. On
opening one of the boxes, he put a handful of coca by the man’s face. He watched the little
man, sniffing the contents of the bags with a lot of pleasure in his face.
As the Indian chewed coca leaves, Homer thought he had discovered something never
imagined. Balboa must have felt like that as he set eyes on the Pacific Ocean or Columbus
Busy sniffing the coca leaves, the Indian didn’t pay attention to him. They had to be his
favourite thing. Homer marvelled at the similarity between the man and the small head while
boiling some water in the stove. Children should play with shrunken men instead of artificial
toys, he thought.
“No heads,” Homer said pointing at the bags. “No more coca.”
Rummaging in a wardrobe, he found a map of the country his father had kept amidst the
boxes. On opening it on the floor, the capital and big cities of the cordillera appeared next to
Avoiding the rubbish strewn around him, the Indian looked at the map, while Homer talked
Then the man pointed at a place in the jungle, lost amidst the trees and other things.
The Indian had to live at the end of the world. As Homer pretended to ride on a horse, the
He galloped around the room, repeating the word horse all the time, while jumping around
the boxes. The little man stared at him, his face not showing any emotions.
Indifferent to the question, the Indian sniffed the coca leaves, the best thing for him in the
world. Homer showed him a few pictures he had found by the map, where women washed
The Indian didn’t care about anything in his life, as Homer pointed at the bags on the floor.
He had to communicate with sign language. After shutting his box, the Indian got ready to go
back home, wherever that was but Homer wanted more heads.
He watched the little man disappearing around the corner, taking the mysteries of the jungle
with him. Homer admired the head in the privacy of his room, feeling the rough skin of the
face and the black hair around it. He had to get more heads in the jungle. Homer found a
padded envelope in his desk, after scribbling a few things in a paper. He had to get the correct
number of stamps from the post office to send the letter across the sea.
On examining the head once more, Homer saw wrinkles around the eyes and little holes in
the cheeks. A simple head reduced to its smallest expression by the Indians might make him
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the richest man on earth. As Maria appeared at the door, Homer put the head in the bag, hoping
Dust adorned the sides of the room, and spiders looked at them from a myriad cobwebs, but
The head had fallen amidst the littler, but Homer had left it inside the envelope a few
moments before. It had to be magic. Taking a broom she found by the door, she got ready to
“A human head?”
Homer nodded. Keeping a few steps away, Maria studied the face encased in the hair.
“I know.”
Maria tried to ignore the thing on the table by wiping the furniture in the room, the cloth
She dropped the saucepan she had been washing, the noise echoing through the kitchen in
do minor. A man seldom asked a girl to the jungle unless he wanted to marry her.
“Yes.”
Maria had to ask her parent's permission for everything in her life, as Homer thought of
them making love amidst the trees. Fantastic! On finishing his tea, he found stamps inside the
desk, cluttered with all kinds of things. The head had to travel through the sea to get to a land
After opening the map on the table, Homer showed her the part of the jungle where the
heads might be amidst the savannah. The Indian had to trek a long way in search of his coca
leaves. As Homer looked into her dark eyes, he wished she came with him. Holding her hand,
Running his fingers over her breasts, he tried to imagine the shortest way to the Indian
Jaramillo
Homer imagined all the money he might make with the heads, while the tree of life swayed
in the breeze, its branches brushing against the windows. The death of his parents ran through
his mind, as the noises of the world intruded in this reality, and the breeze caressed his face.
He must have dozed for a few moments, because the sun had gone behind the clouds when
he opened his eyes. Homer didn’t notice a shadow moving through the garden. At first the red
bricks looked grubby but then a little boy with dirty clothes and picking his nose stood against
the wall. Homer hoped the child might go away, but after moving along the path the apparition
Having played with invisible companions during his childhood, he thought the child
couldn’t be real, while looking at him under the rays of the sun.
That single phrase broke some of the ice, while the flies flew around them and Jose picked
his nose.
“She died?”
“Yes.”
Looking at the kitchen window, Homer noticed the bottles he had left there a few days
before, and the cloth Maria used to wipe the surfaces. His mother had gone to the kingdom of
the sky some time ago, but a mirage like Jose wouldn’t understand that. Even though Homer
had grown into a tall man with green eyes and dirty hair, Jose had remained the same in the
Jose caressed the tree full of brown patches, as Homer barked. Jose imitated him, their
voices rising amidst the plants covering the wall, the nature of time and life itself dissolving
into nothing.
“I don’t know.”
Jose had not aged at all since the last time he had appeared, his eyes keeping that light
Memories of that day flooded Homer’s mind, as he looked at a toy car rotting amidst the
wild flowers, but the tricycle Uncle Hugh had given him had survived amidst the mud.
The sounds of the garden intruded in their silence. At first Jose talked of life, but now he
mentioned the future. Ignoring his invisible friend, Homer touched his nose and Jose did the
same thing.
Jose played with the lower branches of the tree, dislodging a few leaves and some of the
seeds. They would bring more life to the garden one day. As Homer studied his friend, he
Homer didn’t know what surprise the child had for him, but then the sound of voices
intruded in his reality. On opening his eyes, he saw Maria accompanied by a tall man.
Wearing smart clothes, he kept away from the wall and the branches of the tree full of bird
muck.
Brushing a few cobwebs sticking to his shirt, Jaramillo avoided the dirty patches in the
garden.
After rummaging in his bag, he showed Homer pictures of the shrunken head along some
articles about the Amazonian jungle he must have cut from a magazine.
Images of all the money he might make went through Homer’s mind, as he took the
journalist back to the kitchen full of trash. He put a few things on the floor, as dust enveloped
While opening a map full of greasy spots, Homer looked for the mark the Indian had made
“I think so.”
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Homer sipped some coffee Maria had brought them, while looking at Mitu, the capital of the
Guaviare province. He didn’t care if he had to ride amidst the wild life.
“I don’t know.”
“It’s incredible.”
Jaramillo left a few greasy spots in the paper, while writing the conversation in his
notebook. He must have touched something dirty when sitting at the table. Wiping his hands
in his handkerchief, he examined them carefully before writing more things about the heads.
“Well done.”
After writing Homer’s statements for future reference, Jaramillo spent a few moments
Having put his pen and paper in his bag, he got ready to go back to his office at the other
end of town.
“I’ll do that.”
After making his way through all the boxes, papers and other things, he reached the shop,
“I’ll be in contact,” the journalist said, before disappearing amidst the merchandise waiting
The trip
Wearing a gown and with his long hair in a pony tail, the Indian stood next to the tins of
soup and bags of rice in the corner, while waiting for Homer to serve his customers. He
resembled one of those statues of San Agustin in the Huila province, as a woman bumped into
him.
Homer put boxes on the floor, before holding a nice dress with golden buttons around the
waist. It would look beautiful on the woman’s slender body with big breasts.
Anything good in Paris had to look well in Homer’s shop. Holding it against her body, she
looked at her reflection in the mirror by the counter, the fabric tagging her body.
Fiddling inside a drawer, he found some more clothes in different colours and sizes, their
She turned it around, inspecting the front and back, her eyebrows rising in admiration. After
twirling in front of the mirror a few times, she seemed satisfied with the garment, but frowned
“I’ll give you eighty pesos for this one,” she said.
Everything seemed to stop, as she moved along the shop. He couldn’t let her go without
“Eighty pesos.”
He shrugged. “Ninety.”
On handing it to her, he saw her hands running through the fabric, long nails caressing the
material. A satisfied customer will bring more business, Homer thought. As she looked in her
handbag, coins fell on the counter, disturbing the peace with their noise. Then she handed him
crisp notes she had must have withdrawn from the bank that morning, with the water mark and
“I hope so.”
She looked at the other dresses in the counter, while waiting for Homer to write a receipt.
Waves of cheap perfume wafted in the air, as she moved towards the door, her hips waving
with each step she took. Homer saw her moving along the street, before disappearing by the
coffee shop in the corner. Next time he might even invite her to have a cup of tea. Going back
“I want my payment.”
The man didn’t react or he had not understood one word. On opening his draw, Homer
found his gun, useful for settling any kind of dispute, but then he remembered the promise the
“He’s harmless.”
Taking a few tins of food from the cellar, Homer put them in his bag, while the Indian’s
“I don’t know.”
Straightening the bags of coca by the counter, Homer checked them for any holes or other
imperfections. He didn’t want to find a nightmare of debts and angry customers on his return.
Leaving his diary on the counter, he made sure the cash machine worked properly, before
“You must write a receipt every time someone buys something,” Homer said.
Having had a last look at his merchandise, Homer put a few more things in his bag. He had
bought a mosquito lotion and had a good watch to tell the time in the jungle, where he planned
“He won’t.”
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With the gun in his pocket, Homer thought the Indian might have a rough time if he tried
anything funny during their journey. Jaramillo would be useless with his notebooks and the
wild animals of the undergrowth. Homer saw a shadow standing by the tree, his figure outlined
against the grass and the plants. Thinking an intruder had gone in the backyard, he opened the
back door, its handle falling on the floor. He had to repair it when he had some time. The
backyard looked empty, as a squirrel stood on the wall and the tree overshadowed the floor. It
On touching the tree branches, he remembered Uncle Hugh visiting them long ago. Miguel
would keep his customers satisfied while he looked for his heads in the jungle. Then Jose
appeared by his side. Shutting his eyes, Homer hoped the apparition might go away, by the
time he opened them again. The child had to be made of fantasy like many other things in his
life.
He had gone as the Indian waited in the shadows. It had to be a miracle, like everything else
in his life.
The savannah
Miguel escorted them out of the shop with his mop, as the afternoon sun shone in the sky.
On moving along the street, they went past other shops selling all kinds of things amidst the
noise of the market. Nobody seemed to pay attention to the Indian wearing a gown and a plait
Shaking his head, Father Ricardo moved toward the cemetery, while Homer led the Indian
through a wide street with a few shops. As they arrived at the city centre, bicycles and cars
mingled with the carriages, but then a grey station loomed amidst the palm trees and bushes.
Espresso Palmira, said in big letters by the door. On entering the place, they saw the
girl filed her nails behind a desk filled with papers. Homer interrupted her concentration by
Blowing on her nails, she checked a notebook, full of names and numbers.
Homer wanted the heads, even if he had to spend some of his money. Counting some of his
Then she handed him the tickets, her big breasts trembling like jelly. Homer wanted to stay
He had to go, even if he liked her teats, and holding the tickets, he went back to the Indian
Faced with the man’s silence, Homer wondered how much money his own head might fetch
in the shops. His life could be at the mercy of cannibals with a taste for coca.
The Indian went on looking at the garage, where the driver checked the bus tyres. He had to
know whether they caught the wrong bus to hell, but Homer needed the money to sail across
the Caribbean Sea in his yacht. Then he noticed one of the buses moving away from the bay.
Taking his case in one hand, his bag in another and the tickets in his mouth, Homer rushed
through the crowd followed by the Indian. He knocked at the bus door, his cases threatening to
He put a fifty pesos note against the bus window, hoping the driver would kill the engine.
The driver shook his head but after a few moments, he beckoned them inside the darkness.
Homer blamed himself for coming to the unknown with the Indian from hell.
On moving along the aisle, they stepped on the bodies lying in the floor. Homer couldn’t
She gestured somewhere under the mass of people, where her legs had to be. Homer saw
two empty seats at the back of the bus, and amidst the commotion. As
They stepped on a few limbs and torsos, they managed to avoid a serious injure by the time
they arrived at a cage full of chickens. God must have kept those places in the crowded bus or
he had good luck in his life. Flapping their wings, the birds looked at him with beady eyes.
Homer ignored the woman, as the bus drove along the countryside full of sugar plantations,
the wind bringing him a rain of feathers and shit. He covered his face with his hands, trying to
The thought of the heads kept Homer sane amidst all the mess around him. After chewing a
bit of coca, he dreamed of the Indians dancing at the sound of drums as a beautiful girl
On opening his eyes, Homer saw a woman lifting a plate filled with flies and food, outside
They tempted Homer with their concoctions harbouring zillion of illnesses amidst the dust
covering everything.
Homer kept quiet, even though she had to be the biggest shit eater in the world. Then he
noticed the Indian had left his seat. He might have gone outside to stretch his legs or to the
toilet. Moving down the aisle, Homer stepped on people’s feet once more.
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Everyone followed his movements as he walked on the mass of bodies spread along the
At first Homer couldn’t see anything outside the windows, but then he noticed a figure
waiting by a few mules. Getting off the bus, he hurried amongst the vendors accosting him
Homer reached the Indian after fighting with the sellers, the man greeting him with cool
eyes.
Putting their bags on a mule, the Indian climbed on another one, leaving Homer amidst the
dust. Having seen a few cowboy films, he tried to get on his animal like John Wayne did, but
fell down the other side, hurting his arms. That had never happened to the Wild West heroes of
his childhood. The Indian chewed some more coca, while Homer tried to climb on the mule.
“Mmmm.”
Everyone cheered when Homer got up the saddle, the best achievement of his life in the
jungle up to that moment. He followed the Indian down the lane, as a flock of birds chatted to
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each other in their own language, and children waved at him, while their mother washed their
clothes by a well. Homer had visited this land a few times in his night terrors, even if he had
floated through the path, taking him to the unknown. After they had been riding through the
wild for a few hours, they arrived at a river, where the Indian helped him to get off the mule.
“Mmmm.”
Sitting down on a boulder covered with moss, he saw the Indian catching their lunch with a
fishing rod he must have purchased in the market. The line swam in the current, before it
“Mmm.”
“Mmmm.”
As the Indian cleaned it with his knife, the scales mixed with the grass around them. Then
he made a fire with some matches he had in his pockets, the smoke frightening the insects of
the jungle. They waited in silence for the fish to fry in the fire burning the grass and other
things.
Faced with the man’s silence, Homer tried to imagine the Indians keeping the heads of their
enemies somewhere in the jungle. Then the Indian served the food in a few palm leaves he had
found somewhere amidst the trees. The man had to have a great imagination to accomplish his
deeds. Feeling hungry after his trek through the jungle, Homer ate the fish he had seen alive a
He pointed to his own face to communicate his business feelings to the Indian. He had
come here to find a treasure of heads, but the Indian didn’t care. Homer imagined how much
he might charge to Uncle Hugh’s friend in New York to increase his capital. A nice head might
fetch a few thousand dollars or he could even more money for the Indians’ relics of war.
After erecting a pole amidst the grass, the man hammered its sides onto the floor. Homer
hoped the snakes and other things wouldn’t keep him company during the night. Night had
come to the plains, the sun turning into a ball of fire before disappearing behind trees in a
beautiful spectacle. Homer sipped his drink, enjoying the sunset in the land of the trees, but
then he felt tired. Staggering around, he managed to find the entrance to the tent the Indian had
erected in the middle of the field, before losing consciousness for some time. Homer dreamed
of walking through the forest in the moonlight, the sound of drums echoing around the land of
the trees.
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Lost
Homer didn’t know where he was or why he had appeared here. Darkness greeted his
senses wherever he looked, as a cricket sang somewhere in the night. Shutting his eyes, he
expected things to be fine when he opened them again. He blamed the Indian for pouring
something in his drink, as he ran through the fields with no clothes on.
The wind answered his question. Homer must have lost his clothes while rushing through
the jungle in his dreams, as he had been afraid of something in the night. He remembered
wandering through his home in the middle of the night during his childhood, when he had
crashed with the furniture and other things. Night terrors his mother had called them.
The doctor had given him some tablets to take before going to bed and Father Ricardo had
blessed him with holy water but he still wandered about the shop or anywhere else he might be.
The sound of drums brought him back to reality, disturbing the stillness of the night. Homer
blamed the Indian for his misfortune. Then the sounds of a river roaring amidst the darkness
Whilst moving towards the water shining under the light of the moon, a thousand insects
illuminated his path along the shores of a strange world. The moon shone overhead, while dark
shapes adorned the horizon, bringing back the memories of his nightmares. If he followed the
shore, he might find the Indian sleeping on his mat and the mules munching the grass by the
tent. The man must have tricked him into coming in this journey of waking dreams.
Homer saw Jose clutching a toy in his hands, but he didn’t feel afraid of the apparition,
“I might be.”
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Following his pointing finger, Homer saw dark shapes under the moonlight, like giants
ready to fight with him in his dreams. He wanted to flee the scene before they killed him
forever.
Homer found huts with conical roofs, but no one seemed to inhabit them. On entering one
of them, he found a hammock hanging in the darkness. He had been there on a night of death
and desolation, when his world had crumbled into nothingness somewhere in time.
“I don’t understand.”
The child disappeared, leaving Homer alone with his fear. On looking inside the hammock,
he found a blanket waiting for him to go to sleep, as a dark shape threatened to swallow the
universe. He remembered the huts amidst the trees under the light of the moon in another
Remaining e with his face under the blankets, he waited for the monsters to go away.
Homer had come here to get the heads before his night terror turned everything upside down.
Then he heard footsteps in the darkness. At first he thought ghosts had come to get him, but
then a girl appeared holding a candle in her hands, other shadows hovering in the background
of her world. Shutting his eyes, Homer expected her to go by the time he opened them again.
The shadows quivered at the sound of his voice, while the candle dissolved in drops of wax.
As the women chanted, the girl got inside the hammock, making it move across the precipice of
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hell. He felt her body next to his, her naked beauty an allure to his senses, while his lips tasted
of strawberries.
She touched him with her erect teats and soft skin, her pubic hair darker than the night.
Homer had to be hallucinating or the Indian wanted to keep him happy with his drugs.
Squashed against her breasts, Homer heard her muttering more things in language scientists
He didn’t notice what happened to the other people, as he promised her eternal love in the
kingdom of the shadows, even if he didn’t get the heads. Homer loved Kam but she adored an
idol made of mud, baked in a town full of ghosts. After making love to her for an eternity, he
saw the Indian by the hammock. The man moved towards them, dressed in a white gown and
“What Gods?”
Kam tried to stop the argument, while arousing him with her charms and her fingers under
the blankets.
“I’m not.”
“Prove it then.”
Homer tried to stand up, holding the sides of the hammock, but fell back inside the blankets.
Cupping his face in her hands, the girl sucked Homer’s ears while caressing his face.
“Does she?”
Kissing his cheeks, she made sure he swallowed the herbs she had put in his mouth a few
moments before. They had to be good for his heath or for whatever purposes they kept him
prisoner.
He remembered the bags of coca he had left in the tent, before disappearing into the night.
The Indian must have taken them to his village, forgetting to give him the heads. Feeling
angry, Homer pushed her away for luring him into a world of sex and pleasures of the flesh.
He felt weak and his body felt heavy. It had to be the herbs she had put in his mouth before.
They had made him feel sleepy, while his mind tried to escape from his captors.
Homer stopped struggling, even though he didn’t have the heads. As the girl caressed his
chest, they made love amidst the blankets of his dreams and by the time dawn came, he felt the
Escape
Homer dreamed of his shop on the other side of the jungle. He had gone to another land of
Waking up later, he found Kam by the hammock, her silhouette visible in the twilight world
of the hut. She caressed his hair while muttering in her language, as the taste of herbs
penetrated his brain, and the hammock moved in empty space forever. He waited for hours, his
He had to act fast before dawn came to the outside world, somewhere beyond the walls of
his prison. After lowering his legs to the floor, his fingers felt the bumps and cracks on the wall
but he couldn’t find a door. He went around the place in a circle looking for that opening to the
outside world.
Homer worried, while thinking what might happen if she found him amidst the shadows.
They could sell his head for a few bags of coca in the nearest town, or they would eat his
entrails with potatoes and soup. Shutting his eyes, he wished Jose solved his problems, but
nothing happened. Then he heard Kam whispering in the darkness. Wearing a long gown, she
Holding her hands, he took her around the hut, while getting entangled in a few cobwebs
adorning the place. Then he felt something running down his chest. It had to be one of those
spiders living amidst the vegetation. He had to get rid of it, before it poisoned his body with its
poisons and illnesses from the jungle. Homer ran around, his body convulsing under his fear of
the unknown, as something conspired against him, but Kam stopped him in the darkness, her
“Where is it?”
Leading him towards the wall, she pressed something and a panel lifted up, the sky full of
stars greeting his senses. He had to find his way home as he stepped in the grass.
Kam defied the wishes of her tribe, while moving along the path under the light of the moon.
They could kill her for helping him escape back to the wild, where no one would find them. He
wore a tunic similar to hers, protecting him against the wind and some of the mosquitoes
“Kam.”
He saw her smiling in the twilight, her breasts bouncing under her gown. She could live
amidst the coca bags in his shop, while boiling her herbs and talking nonsense forever. Her
witchcraft could help the insomniacs of the world. On arriving at the shore of a river, they saw
other side looking like an enchanted forest of a fairy tale. Cooping some of the water in his
hands, Homer tasted the goodness of the jungle in its molecules of hydrogen and oxygen.
As the sound of the drums echoed around them, Homer felt nervous. The Indians might be
Muttering something, Kam followed him along the river shore, as the fields brought them
the sad melodies of the drums. Homer wanted to take Kam back to the city, even if he couldn’t
“Mmmm.”
“Women will hate you, while men will want to marry you.”
On arriving at a clearing, Homer heard footsteps following them amidst the darkness. He
They ran through a path in the jungle, the branches of the trees getting entangled in their
hair. They had to be following them with their potions to make his head small enough to send
to New York. Holding her hands, he led the way amidst the vegetation and other things amidst
the shadows of the night, but he couldn’t see anyone around them.
Kam looked around the forest, the light of early dawn filling their world with long shadows,
“What is it?”
Gesturing at the sun, she escaped along the fields, the sound of her voice echoing around
He followed her through the foliage, stepping on the puddles left by the rain and scratching
his legs with the thorns. Homer expected the girl to come back, muttering some more words in
her language.
The drums went on but Kam stayed away, abandoning him to his fate. Homer examined a
few rags she had left on the floor, her scent assaulting his senses. Kam had taught him to love
in the hammock and to distrust the Indians in the middle of nowhere. He found the mules
munching the grass by the shores of the river, when the Indian had caught fish for their dinner.
He galloped along the path he had followed with the Indian, the sound of the drums fading
in the distance. Homer found a town with white houses and a big church by a statue of Simon
Bolivar, after moving along the path for some time. People appeared out of the doors to
“I escaped from the Indians,” he told a policeman. “They wanted to shrink my head.”
He led him to the health centre, where one of the nurses took his pulse, while the other
patients moved away from him. He scared them with his gown and dirty face.
“Where can I take the bus to the nearest city?” Homer asked.
“It leaves tomorrow morning,” she said. “You won’t need the mules anymore.”
Homer kept Kam’s possessions in his bag, a reminder of his journey to the jungle. He had
The sea
Miguel and Maria had welcomed Homer back in the shop, although he didn’t get the hero’s
welcome he expected. Lucky to be alive, he had to forget all about Kam, and his adventure in
the jungle. She had disappeared, leaving her clothes on the floor, after they had escaped
through the forest in the middle of the night. That last aguardiente he had by the fire, must
have brought his night terrors of hammocks and sex in the twilight. Homer put the rugs he had
found in his safe, as a reminder of his adventure in the jungle where he had found Kam. He had
to forget the heads and all the money they had promised in his life, although Uncle Hugh had
Foreign businessman defies the jungle, Homer read in the papers the next day. They didn’t
know anything about his escape in the land of trees, where he had nearly died. Thinking of
other ways of earning his money, Homer looked for the phone he kept by the safe.
“I want to talk about the sea,” he said to the young woman who answered.
“What about the sea?” she asked at the end of the line.
He heard her voice again, after a pause, when he thought she had hung up.
Homer realised how easy it was for him to talk about money. It had to be his fame as a rich
foreigner or his adventure with the Indians in the middle of the jungle. He sipped some hot
chocolate Miguel had brought him, while thinking of his talk in the library, where he had to
The sun shone in the sky, as he moved through the streets full of people in his way to the
library. Mother had warned him of people who liked reading books. They had to be crazy.
After summoning enough courage, he pushed the library doors, leading him to the reception,
She waited for him to write his details in a piece of paper, but Homer could only read. His
parents had taught him the basics of life at home, where he had learned about life and death.
She wrote his name and address after asking him some questions irrelevant to the sea or
“Really?”
Homer had never heard of his name sake doing all of those exciting things in the name of
love. That wasn’t quite like him. He had to conquer the world without any women by his side,
Following her pointing finger, Homer crashed with a child reading some comics, as
Homer had arrived at the middle of the library, where a few mothers looked at books with
their children. On taking one of the books he saw on a table, the picture of a man with crazy
eyes and a big nose looked back at him from the cover. As he sat at a table, he disturbed some
of the chairs, getting angry looks from the people around him. On opening the book, he saw a
long poem, stretching through the pages with a few illustrations to break the monotony. The
The Iliad by Homer, it said in big letters across the first page. It was something about the
Gods of Olympus helping Homer to win a war against a name he couldn’t pronounce. The
other Homer must have loved his girlfriend a lot for starting that war the librarian had talked
about in the mist of time. As Homer tried to understand all about Zeus, Hector, and King
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Hermes doing their dealings with the Trojans, he saw a book with big boats on its cover. It had
big boats with a few floors and passengers looking like ants in the upper deck. Holding the
books, he moved along the library, disturbing the mothers and their children sitting at the table.
“I want to take these books home,” he said to the girl behind the desk.
Nodding, she stamped their first page, before looking at the picture of the other Homer in
the cover.
Homer left the library as an orchestra played in the park, and he thought of his ships sailing
around the world one day. He had to work towards getting his dreams.
As the band played the national hymn, Homer barked. The Trojan War made him strong
enough to fight for his life, even if the other Homer’s Gods didn’t support him.
Homer remembered a sad looking man who kept on talking about the economy but never did
anything about it. The country needed someone else to lead them into the next century. As he
moved amongst the crowd, Father Ricardo appeared by his side full of the joys of life. Plump
and without much hair, the priest looked healthy and glad to be alive. It had to be all those
women keeping him happy with their charms and the love of God.
“You should have left the Indians alone,” the priest said.
“We’ll discuss that another day,” father Ricardo said. “Will you come to mass tonight?”
Shaking his head, Father Ricardo moved down the street, where the butcher cut his meat and
the grocer put more apples in his counter. Everybody worked to feed their families, even if
some of them didn’t go to mass or believe in heaven. Homer found Miguel tidying the boxes of
coca in his shop as thunder echoed around them, bringing turmoil to his soul.
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The library
“I’m giving a lecture about the sea in the library,” Homer said when Jaramillo answered the
phone.
“It will be different this time,” Homer said. “I’ll buy boats.”
“Thank you.”
Putting the phone down, Homer thought of telling people to part with their money for his
own good. He had to use his intelligence to get ahead in his business.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he said in front of a mirror by the door. “I have an idea to help the
world.”
He tried to convince his invisible audience of his words, whilst waving his hands in the air.
Homer would have to get enough money to buy a ship and a few trucks to bring his
Homer liked the sentence, even if it meant nothing. Many things didn’t go anywhere, like
the papers Jose had left on the floor full of strange words without a meaning. He wanted
recognition for his struggles to help the economy and the country, but a squirrel was his only
Turning the pages of the book, he saw boats full of sailors ready to conquer the world. The
memory of that voyage with his parents came back to his mind, when Homer remembered the
waves rising around the boat, as his stomach hurt. The telephone ringing disturbed his reverie.
“We have booked a room for you tonight, Mr. Homer,” a woman said.
He spent most of the morning looking at his books and after having a cup of tea with some
bread for lunch, he got ready for his appointment with history. Homer practiced in front of the
mirror, what to say to the audience in the library. On looking at the papers Jose had left by the
tree, he hoped they would help him in his new enterprise. They brought back to his memory
the Indian heads he had sent to Uncle Hugh in New York and the adventure with Kam in the
jungle.
Putting the lucky coin in his pocket, he left by the back door, as Miguel served the
customers, because time didn’t exist in this world of merchandise and money. Hurrying away
through the park, Homer saw people sitting by the fountain, instead of coming to his lecture.
“Hello, Mr. Homer,” a man said. “Do you have any coca today?”
He moved down the street, as pigeons chased each other by the park benches, but then the
library loomed over him, red bricks looking dirty amidst everything else. Pushing the door, he
found the photographers waiting for him amidst all their equipment.
The librarian left a stale scent in the air, as she led him to a room behind the lobby, where
He had forgotten everything he had to say, as tears ran down his face and the sun stopped
Homer sipped a bit of aguardiente Jaramillo offered him, before holding the microphone in
“This country has large coasts filled with treasures,” he said. “I love the sea.”
People applauded when he promised to have the best ships in the world. They had to
“You must help our young businessman to achieve his goals,” the girl said.
People donated lots of money to his cause, as the journalists pledged their support for his
enterprise and Homer accepted the offers with tears in his eyes.
Homer drank some aguardiente, while the world faded away in a symphony of colours and
he fell in a whirlpool of light. A girl wiped his forehead with a wet cloth, the next time he
He drank some water with an alka- seltzer she offered him. It must have been his nerves...
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The ships
The papers spoke of the foreign businessman travelling in the back of his truck to the port.
Homer slept between a sack of potatoes and another one of plantains. The flies annoyed him
but he had a fare paying passenger next to the driver. Stretching his legs, he tried to be
comfortable amidst the boxes around him. He had bought the truck for a few hundred pesos,
with the money he had collected after his talk in the library. Miguel had to repair the motor but
it had worked properly afterwards. It would be filled with merchandise next time the truck
Homer fell into a world of darkness, where the huts waited for him under the moon, while
the wind rushed by his face in its way to the port. Looking for Kam in his dreams, he forgot his
purpose in life or what he had to do in the real world, but the seagulls’ cries brought him back
to reality. Sitting down amidst the boxes, Homer saw the outskirts of the town all around him.
The sea had to be somewhere beyond the houses full of people, waiting to buy his merchandise.
They prepared their vehicles for the long journey to other cities and towns in the region. As
Homer looked in a map he had brought in his journey, he saw a long street stretching all the
way to the docks on the other side of the town. Putting it back in his bag, he got ready to find
Looking at the distance, Homer thought it had to be a long road but he wanted to find his
boats.
Folding the map, he got ready to start his long trek to the docks, as the breeze cooled his
face and the dogs barked. After moving down the road, he saw shops selling fish and other
food from the sea. He bought a coconut biscuit, while other sellers accosted him with their
food. On opening a bottle of aguardiente Miguel had put in his bag, Homer remembered when
he had travelled with his parents across the sea many years before. They had been looking for a
dream in another country across the sea and on the other side of the world. He moved along the
street for some time, the rays of the sun toasting his skin to the bone.
Homer saw a man with an earring in his left ear, a dog barking by his side. He had seen him
Following his pointing finger, Homer saw a few ships swaying in the waves.
Homer couldn’t believe his luck. The boats seemed all right, even if he might have to paint
them a bit. On moving around the platform, he held onto the railings for fear of falling in the
water. Miguel or Jaramillo must have been planned the whole thing in advanced.
“I’ll give you one thousand five hundred pesos for them all,” he said.
“No.”
The man followed him along the pier, as a few sailors drank aguardiente outside a bar.
Homer noticed a pretty girl serving the customers, long legs showing through her miniskirt.
“Hi Cesar,” one of the sailors said. “When does the world end?”
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Homer saw his companion doing a rude gesture with his fingers, before disappearing down
the path.
The men debated whether Cesar owned any boats and if they could sail the sea, as Homer
The aguardiente burnt his throat, while Homer thought about his dilemma, and the girl left
Homer had met a few Marias in his life, but none of them made him happy. Meanwhile she
She stopped her sex games to look at his eyes, before resuming his caresses.
Massaging his chest, she forgot to serve her other customers, but Homer had to find his
“Why?”
Homer didn’t say whether it would be on the same day or sometime in the future, but she
remained on his lap, her hands exploring under his clothes where he kept his money. She had
managed to open his shirt, but he pushed her away. Looking hurt, she rearranged her clothes,
Cesar
The boats floated on the gray waters of the bay as Homer arrived at the docks, followed by
the sailors. He had to find the man selling his boats for a few thousand pesos, the best bargain
in the world. Homer had a guardian angel looking after him forever, making sure he found his
boats in the port. The clouds loomed over the water, as the seagulls flew overhead and the
waves crashed against the vessels he wanted to buy with the money from the library. Cesar
He ate rice with a wooden spoon, while the dog munched the food he dropped on the floor.
“I’ll give one thousand pesos for them all,” Homer said.
Homer counted the pesos he had collected in the library, a small price for someone who
loved the sea. Simon Bolivar’s face smiled at him from the bills, happy with Homer’s wishes
to help the poor and oppressed in the country. The sailors went inside the first boat, while
On taking a bottle out of a bag, he poured aguardiente in small cups with pictures of the flag
“You can’t trust the sun,” he said. “But you’ll believe the sea.”
The sailors laughed, while opening another bottle of aguardiente, the smell of alcohol filling
Homer’s senses. He had to organise his life before losing a grip on the world around him but
“Would you like to work for me? He asked. “I’ll pay you well.”
The men conferred with each other, while Homer inspected his possessions. They didn’t
look like the most beautiful vessels in the world, but they would do for the moment.
After getting a few things Cesar kept in a cupboard aboard one of the boats, the sailors got to
work on the floor and the walls. They had to scrub them for their first mission in the world.
Cesar put the saucepan on the floor, letting the dog lick it.
Homer wanted to give Cesar a chance, but the sailors wouldn’t accept it.
Homer opened the map he had got from the library a few days before, while trying to restore
the calm in this life cycle. He had to plan the path the boats would follow amidst the Caribbean
“I’m calling them Athena, Esparta and The Thermopiles,” Homer said.
Homer didn’t see what it had to do with everything, but Cesar was a man full of surprises.
Homer heard Cesar’s adventures around the seas, where he had gone around the world a few
times. He must have had a good life or the man was a liar.
“Hurrah to Salvacion.”
Cesar saluted an invisible flag, while Homer longed to do business with the republic of
Salvacion in the future. Then Cesar turned serious, his eyes getting darker.
Homer heard about the end of the world, when the sun would explode up in the sky
Homer wiped the floor and the walls full of dirt, listening to Cesar’s tales of horror. Then
they went down the steps to the lower deck, where the sailors drank aguardiente.
Homer is ill
After coming back from the port, Homer decided to save some money. Miguel helped in the
shop but Homer did his own cleaning, cooking and guarded the premises as a dog. He spent
most of his time chewing coca leaves, while watching the squirrels running up the tree branches
in the backyard. They only had to worry about gathering nuts from the floor to take to their
families, hiding somewhere in the woods. Homer could sell the trees, the flowers and the grass
to rich entrepreneurs interested in nature, if he put a price to the vegetation in the region. He
howled, the sound getting lost amidst the complexities of the day. Then Miguel appeared by
“You have a shop, Mr. Homer,” Miguel said. “You can eat whatever` you want.”
Homer considered his words. He could open a tin of beans if he wanted and no one would
know, but he had to earn his money with sacrifice and hard work. Be tough, his mother’s voice
“The doctor has his surgery at the other side of the market,” Miguel said. “Why don’t you
Homer wanted to show the world what he could do with his life, but if he might have to pay
for any drugs he prescribed for him. The thought of spending money made him feel faint.
Looking at his own image in the mirror, he saw his hollow cheeks and thin arms.
“I do what I want.”
Homer had to sort out his life, before he spent his money in food.
“The doctor is free,” Miguel said. “He treats poor people for nothing.”
Homer might not be a millionaire in the future, if he got sick. He thought about his
Homer put two aspirin tablets in his mouth, the bitter taste filling his senses. He had to
conquer the world, like his mother had said before leaving her money to the charities of the
world. After shutting the shop, Miguel led him through the streets full of shoppers looking for
a bargain. Homer would lose lots of money by going to the doctor in the middle of the day,
They had arrived at a small park, where the pigeons chased each other and children played a
football game nearby. Homer’s customers waited to buy his goods in the shop, as Miguel led
him inside a dark corridor at the other side of the market. As they entered a room, they saw
other people waiting. A man had a cut in his face, while a baby slept in his mother’s arms,
Homer couldn’t understand why they all fussed about his appearance, when a tin of beans
cost a lot of money. If he looked after his business, his pesos would soon multiply into lots of
money. He had to win the war, like the other Homer had done in the book he had seen in the
library.
“The doctor can see you now,” the girl interrupted his reverie.
She led him into a room, where a man sat at a desk full of papers. He smiled showing a row
“I don’t remember.”
The doctor took Homer’s temperature and his reflexes. On asking him some more
questions, Homer told him how money had become the most important thing in his life. He
remembered his childhood where he had played by himself in the backyard, while his parents
worked hard in the shop. He had to have money to honour their memory buried in a cemetery
plot.
Homer had to prove he was fine at that moment. Staggering to his feet, he moved a few
steps before collapsing by the door, the whole world fading away in a stream of colours. On
trying to get up, he crashed with a wardrobe and the books fell on his face. He had been
“No.”
“What is anorexia?”
The doctor wrote down a diet plan for Homer to follow. He had to eat lots of vegetables,
milk and meat, everything available in his shop. Then he gave Homer vitamin tablets to take
Homer had to covalence in his bed for a while, even if he had to eat the food from his shop.
Too weak to fight the doctor, Homer felt pain in his arm as the shadows blended with the
No tax
Homer ran with Kam through the jungle in his dreams, but she disappeared as the sun rose
behind the trees, leaving him holding her clothes. On waking up, he felt something had
changed in the room or it might be his imagination. On touching soft material, where splinters
had injured his hands before, he thought it had to be a bed, like the one he used to have during
his childhood some time ago. Miguel must have bought it with the money he kept in the cash
machine, even if it didn’t belong to him. Homer sent some of the blankets on the floor, as
“You’re lying.”
“Ask Maria.”
Homer surveyed his surroundings from his new position. He would have to sell lots of
merchandise to the public to get his money back, but then his stomach made a few noises. He
had forgotten those sensations when the body asks for replenishment of nutrients.
“What injection?”
Miguel had prepared ham with scrambled eggs followed by a large glass of juice, everything
found in his own shop. What a waste of money. Homer ate slowly, savouring every morsel of
food he put in his mouth, hoping the man would never do that again.
Homer thought of recovering the money he had lost during the last few days. As the other
employee of El Baratillo, he would ask for a substantial increase in his own wages. On opening
his diary, he saw all the things he had to do. After getting dressed, Homer found his bag for his
“The doctor...”
Homer left the shop and moved along the streets full of traders selling their merchandise,
and Father Ricardo talked to little old ladies about Jesus Christ. Homer avoided the priest, who
wanted him to sell his soul to the angel living in heaven. Then he found his trucks by the bus
station.
Homer sat down in the back of one of the vehicles, thinking Miguel had told everyone about
his affliction and the trip to the doctor. Nothing bad had happened to him, apart from his hate
of food and love of money, but the doctor had made a big fuss of it.
“Mr. Homer,” the driver asked. “Would you mind if the dog travelled in the back?”
“It’s fine,” the driver said. “But you must feed him.”
Putting the dog on the crates, he gave Homer a warm packet, smelling of chicken and other
things.
The truck moved amidst the traffic, as Homer’s stomach gurgled and the animal looked at
him with dark eyes. It had to be those vitamins the doctor had given him to make him hungry.
On opening the parcel, Homer saw rice and beef washed in a brown sauce. A waste of money
if he gave it to the dog, but people could be funny. As he threw a bit of meat, the dog caught it
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in the air with a thud. Homer tasted chillies and flour, after dipping his fingers in the sauce. He
ate all of it, and the dog had a few crumbs to calm his hunger.
The animal sat in one of the crates of coca to sell in the port, but Homer felt happy after such
a nutritious lunch. Then he masturbated, the sperm running through the boxes and ending by
his feet. It’s cheaper than doing it with a prostitute, he thought. Why didn’t he marry himself?
He might increase his own salary, and as a married man, he would have to pay less tax.
to himself, but the prospect of being hungry made him answer yes. After a long hour of
speculation, Homer had not found the solution to his problem. He didn’t want to marry yet,
even if it had to be to someone as nice as himself. The suburbs of the city filed past the truck,
“Shut up,” Homer said. “He’ll buy more food for you.”
Homer saw the streets full of people, where they bought fish and coconuts for quenching the
thirst in the hot weather. The driver helped Homer off the truck, after they had stopped at a
Homer sat in a chair. He shouldn’t have come on this trip after his illness. Women’s
clothes and the latest fashion from Los Angeles had just arrived, while wigs from Burma joined
the other boxes destined for El Baratillo. Homer saw a gaunt figure looking back at him from a
mirror by the door. He really looked thin and ill or it had to be the glass.
The driver counted the number of boxes they had to take back to the city, while Homer
reflected in his life. Did he want to spend the rest of his days with himself? The answer had to
be yes, before he went back to his shop by the market. Everything seemed to be in order, and
the boxes had not been tampered by the customs. Knocking on the sides, he made sure they
Marriage
Once in the shop, Homer couldn’t wait to tell Miguel the good news.
Chewing some coca leaves, Homer heard of the miracles doctors could perform on mad
people. Nobody married himself or herself unless they were crazy. He thought of the dark sun
conspiring against him ever since his birth in the mist of time, while listening to Miguel’s
speech. Badness had to be excluded from the world, before it did terrible things to his life but
Homer didn’t want to visit the doctor every time he had a problem, as his confidence had
increased since regaining his health. On opening the phone book, he looked for Jaramillo’s
telephone number amidst the names of other journalists in the city. Homer waited for a few
moments before his friend’s voice answered at the other end of the line.
“I don’t know.”
“It’s the best idea you have ever had,” Jaramillo said.
“Thank you.”
Homer phoned the hotel where the sailors stayed in the port to get more witnesses to his
marriage. It had to be the best party he had in his life and the new person he would become.
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Homer congratulated himself for his plans to conquer the world, while waiting for the operator
“It’s a great idea Mr. Homer,” Cesar said. “You can’t trust women.”
Homer put the phone down. Cesar seemed to know more about his life than anyone else in
the world. First he had been ready with the boats in the port, and now he guessed his actions
and thoughts ahead of time. Homer imagined a terrible scene of devastation at the end of
“My daughters are here, Mr. Homer,” Miguel interrupted his reverie.
Maria appeared with Amelia in tow. They left a saucepan with some food their mother had
sent Homer, plus some rice pudding and other things, good for his health. Maria looked more
beautiful than ever, while looking at him with her dark eyes.
She looked shocked, before regaining her composure. Homer had to be mad. Pecking his
cheeks, she left them full of the lipstick she had purchased in the market a few days before.
Homer felt an erection while she fussed over him, but women wanted food, clothes and toys for
As the child put a few decorations around the room, it looked like a jungle with all the
flowers and plants Miguel had brought. The clocks Homer kept in a wardrobe kept the pace of
Maria ignored her while Homer admired her body, even if he would love to himself forever
to get his money. She giggled, when he whispered in her ear and her dark hair tickled his
shoulders.
“I’m busy.”
He had to be strong on his wedding day, as Amelia ran around them singing love songs, and
the sound of the door bell echoed in the air. He wished to be alone with Maria, before he had to
“I don’t know.”
He felt her breasts, as Father Ricardo appeared holding a cross. The priest had shaved his
head, leaving some hair by his ears. Then he gestured to the child.
Putting the cross on the floor, Father Ricardo surveyed the scene of sin, but Homer didn’t
want to upset God’s representative on earth. On opening his bible amidst the bags of confetti
Amelia had prepared earlier, the priest had to exorcise Homer’s soul, before he went to hell.
“I’ll give you money to repair the tower, father,” Homer said.
“Thank you.”
As Homer made a mental note of all the equipment he needed for Father Ricardo’s
evangelical work, Cesar appeared in the shop with some of the sailors. They stepped on the
While passing a bottle of aguardiente around the room, they looked for Homer’s bride
Maria took a few slices of cake to the guests around the room, while the sailors eyed her
body.
One of the sailors put the radio on and they danced at the rhythm of salsa, moving their
hands in the air and drinking aguardiente. The sound of the door bell interrupted the party. As
the music stopped, Homer moved along the corridor, followed by Maria.
“I know.”
On opening the door, Jaramillo appeared with his camera crew and all their equipment.
They had to find somewhere clean and without any cobwebs to film the wedding.
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“El pais will pay you good money,” Jaramillo said. “And el tiempo.”
They mixed coca leaves with aguardiente, while waiting for the ceremony to start in the
shop.
Father Ricardo read parts of the bible, under the sounds of the wedding march, blaring from
a gramophone Homer had bought in the market for a few pesos. The priest talked of Homer’s
commitment to himself until God called him to that place in the sky called heaven.
Homer held his own hands, as the priest read passages of the bible and the journalists took
pictures for the world to see. He had to show his love to himself to the world.
Jaramillo recorded the moment for posterity, while everyone congratulated Homer for
choosing such a nice person to spend the rest of his life in harmony. It had been a nice party for
Homer had married himself when Maria didn’t have a boyfriend. Little Amelia’s dolls
married each other and the festivities lasted until the morning, when the cellar had confetti
everywhere.
They left with the bottles of aguardiente and some of the confetti in their clothes. Homer
They left Homer alone with his hopes and the bottles of aguardiente. Lying down on the
bed, he thought of his life up to that moment, when he wanted to be together with himself for
He saw Maria, looking like an angel of mercy. Her long hair went down her shoulders like a
Losing himself in her breasts, he calmed his passion, while promising many things for the
She had gone by the morning, leaving her fragrance of cheap perfume all around him.
Businessman marries himself, said in big letters in El Pais and El Tiempo the next day, as
people donated their money to the clever foreigner with the best ideas in the world.
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The widows
Miguel had to go home to solve a family crisis, leaving Homer all alone with his customers.
A beautiful girl had come in the shop. Wearing dark clothes, her breasts trembled under her
She didn’t reply, as she looked at the clothes in the corner, the light of the sun showing her
curves through her dress. Homer had ended with women forever, when he had married himself
a few days before and his life had changed beyond any recognition. Then she gestured to a
Her voice brought him memories of that other world of trees and hammocks by a river in its
way to eternity, but Kam had gone away some time ago. Muttering to himself, Homer looked
They looked at each other, as the clock kept its pace towards the end of time somewhere in
the future. Homer crashed with a display by the door, while admiring her legs under her cheap
skirt. She had to be an angel sent from heaven to enlighten his days in the market.
Homer put some clothes on the table, hoping she might buy something in the shop, apart
from his soul. He had black tights the sailors had found somewhere in the Caribbean Sea
As he looked at her face s, he thought of all of those pictures of dead people he had seen in
the papers. This woman disserved her happiness, after all the suffering she must have endured
in her life.
“Who is it?”
“I’m not.”
Homer tidied the clothes in the counter, hoping he might sell her something, while she
wiped her tears. Women looked more beautiful when they cried for their men amidst the ruins
of their life.
He showed her his thin arms as a sign of solidarity, as he couldn’t understand how she could
While putting the tights back in the counter, she dropped a few things on the floor, when
Homer had another opportunity of looking at her legs. She could pay him in other ways he
“Why?” he asked.
Moving along the aisle, she pushed her hair back, s her hips swaying under her flowing skirt
“Children?” he asked.
The bell rang as she opened the door with delicate hands made rough by scrubbing the floors
and her children’s clothes. She had a beautiful soul, lost amongst all her poverty.
On hurrying after her, Homer crashed with a woman standing by the counter. Too busy with
the widow, he had not heard her come into the shop a few minutes before.
The woman held a pink dress with sequels, she must have found somewhere in the counter.
Looking at the street through the window, Homer saw the girl disappearing amidst the
crowd of shoppers at that time of the morning. She must have been in a hurry to get back to her
As the woman checked some other blouses, Homer thought he had to find the girl, even if
she lived in a hut at the end of time. Widows with many children never had much in life left in
“I’ll give you one hundred pesos for the dress,” the woman interrupted his reverie.
She looked at a few more things in the counter, while Homer studied a map of the slums.
“Yes, I will.”
“Thank you.”
He wrote down the prices of the skirts in the notebook Maria had given him for his birthday.
He had to earn his money, even if life played funny tricks sometimes.
Homer thought of the young widow, while wrapping the blouse in a nice paper for the
“My neighbour was attacked last night,” she interrupted his reverie.
She showed him a newspaper full of terrible stories of love and death under the cover of the
shadows. Every day men, women and children appeared dead in the country and nobody cared,
genocide becoming a national industry just as football and politics. Widows with lots of
children were numerous, but no one would help them. Homer’s eyes filled with tears as he had
Homer felt sorry for the widow and her family, a product of a society gone mad.
She left him alone with his thoughts of revenge for a young widow living in hell. Homer
saw a bicycle he kept in the shed, good for rescuing women in distress. He would use the pump
Miguel kept in the cellar to put some air in the tyres, as he couldn’t afford an accident in the
slums.
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Homer is famous
Homer cycled through the poor parts of the city until he found an empty plot of land to build
his houses. Putting the bicycle behind some bushes, he looked at the site full of papers, and
other things, while the smell of the sewage assaulted his senses. Homer thought it might look
different once he had transformed the mess into houses for the poor to lead better lives.
Thinking in his widows, Homer didn’t notice the passage of time or the fact that a shadow
As he debated within himself whether a few houses could share a toilet, or the light cables in
order to save money, a child appeared by his side. He had dirty hair and held a bag in his
hands, while looking at him with dark eyes. Homer felt a sense of déjà vu. He must have seen
the urchin begging for money in the city centre or in the market.
Putting the bag against his nose, he took a deep breath, while looking at Homer with dark
eyes. He seemed to enjoy the contents of the bag, whatever he kept in there.
Shaking his head, Homer looked for any lose change he might have after buying the
newspaper that morning. He had to know what people thought of his business ventures, and if
they wanted to contribute to his ideas. Then he found five cents amidst the remains of a
chewing gum and some coca leaves he had put there earlier.
After examining the coins with his dirty hands, the child put them in his pocket. He have to
be ten or eleven years old, difficult to tell with all that mud in the face and the rags covering his
body.
“I’m sorry.”
Homer shook his head. He didn’t have anything else to give the poor orphan, but he might
The boy gestured at the trash, where a few gamines played with a dirty ball while a dog
Following the child through the path, Homer’s shoes splashed in the water, even though the
rainy season had not come yet. He didn’t know where the child could take him, as the other
children pulled his clothes, where they found a few pesos Homer had taken out of the cash
The first boy imitated his accent and manners and his friends laughed.
While trying to get away, he hurt his legs with a few planks of wood someone had thrown in
the garbage as the children laughed. Homer had to go before it got worse but they wouldn’t
Homer found some bits of papers, mixed with chewing gum in his pockets, as he had to
think fast, before they did some more naughty things. Straightening his clothes, he looked for
his bicycle behind the bush where no one ever went, but something must have scared the
children or they had got tired of their antiques. He wanted to go back to his shop, even if he
Busy with his thoughts, Homer failed to notice a group of men gathering by his side. While
they looked at him with dark eyes full of hate, he thought he must have met them in his waking
Homer’s legs slipped every time he moved in the mud, but he had to get out of the bog fast,
before losing his life to the bad spirits of the slums. He should have never come to this place of
They found his diary, and the tablets the doctor had given him inside his bag with a few
On checking the contents of his bag, they found the sandwiches Miguel had put that
As they opened a bottle of juice, each one of them drank a bit of the reddish liquid full of
“I didn’t know.”
Homer didn’t want to finish his days buried in the bog at the edge of the city, when he had to
conquer the world. They had to be the pigs from hell in the slums.
Leading him along the street, they took him to an empty plot full of rubbish, where broken
toys mixed with dirty nappies. Homer didn’t know what they wanted in such a horrible place.
“It won’t look like this when we build your houses,” they said.
Kicking the mud about, they cleared a bit of the trash, leaving the earth glistening under the
sun. Then they started digging at the dirt until they had made a hole big enough to bury
The first man put a handful of dirt by his face, while the others threw mud on his head with
their spades. It was like a dream, where the most horrible things happen in a weird world of
monsters.
“Yes, we are.”
Homer hoped they would leave him alone, but they kept on laughing.
Sighing, Homer heard how they would start their work before the rains turned the slums into
a river bigger than the Amazon, where everyone might drown. He didn’t want the young
After writing down the price of a few things they needed in a piece of paper, one of the men
handed it to Homer. They charged the basic for anything they stole from other sites and
Homer thought the poor people would waddle in the crap they had known all their lives,
when he had built the houses. He couldn’t see the electric cables, water pipes or any other
On following them through the mud, Homer saw men loading bricks into a truck. They had
to use them to build their houses. As he stepped in the dirt, his feet slipped in the ground once
“Yes.”
“It’s a deal.”
“We’ll provide you with the houses and the widows, Mr. Homer.”
Homer imagined his houses full of families in the realm of garbage and rats, while the
builders talked of their work in the slums. They had to prepare the soil for the walls and the
The inhabitants of the slums admired the young entrepreneur and as Journalists heard of the
widow’s helper, Homer became more famous than Saint Francis of Assize. The papers spoke
of the five chalets destined to redeem the widows of the violence. He tried to answer all the
questions about his housing scheme, while visiting the site where the workers dag mud from the
river. No one else cared about the women’s suffering in the city.
“We admire you,” they said. “First you marry yourself and now you help the widows.”
Jaramillo took Homer’s picture talking to the women and smiling at the children. A woman
spoke to the national papers, while cuddling her baby for the entire country to see.
“Homer’s like a father to us,” she said with tears in her eyes.
Homer smelled her essence of baby powder and cologne as she hugged him for some time,
She made him frantic with desire, while leaving a stale smell in the air. He got ready to
answer more questions for the nation, after disentangling himself from her arms.
Homer showed them the picture of a family living rough at the edge of the town, before
“I hope so.”
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The sewers stunk in the middle of the day, as Homer tried to keep the press happy. He had
to get money for his project of love. The equipment had been nearly free with the exception of
the time the workmen had been caught stealing from a building site, and he had to pay for the
Homer smiled, as the children had fun, and their mothers spoke about the most important
day in their lives, when the press wanted to help them all. Then a car arrived at the site and
A short man wearing a long gown left the vehicle, while a few other men followed him out
of the car. Lifting their gowns, they went across the field full of puddles left by the rain. They
had to hold each other to steady themselves in the mud, before reaching the place where Homer
As the bishop stretched his hands, Homer didn’t know whether he had to kiss the expensive
ring the man had in his little finger. It had to be worth lots of money.
“We have brought a few families from the street, Excellency” Homer said.
“They are building some more houses over there,” Homer gestured at an empty space, where
“I understand.”
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Moving through the darkness, his Excellency managed to go down amidst the dirt, where a
Moving amidst the pools of stagnant water, he led them towards one of the houses, as the
He blessed her in the name of the father, the son and the Holy Spirit, while she knelt down
on the floor. She had to trust God’s representative on earth, who would try to help her in the
slums.
Homer waited while the bishop blessed her a few times and she muttered a holy Mary to our
God. As the bishop finished, Homer told him all about his labour of love amidst the poor and
The woman they had found in the gutter looked at them from one of the huts, as he bishop
checked the site full of children and mud. Checking the materials left by one of the houses, he
counted the bricks left for the construction of another hut very similar to the others.
The bishop sprinkled holy water on his head as the cameras flashed, and the country
followed the events in the first radio station in the city. Homer remained with his head down,
The cameras flashed, as the bishop muttered a few words in Latin while pouring more holy
water on his head. Homer hoped the bishop would do more to help his mission on earth or he
The bishop smiled. “God has chosen you to help his flock.”
Homer admired the bishop, a man of integrity battling to save humankind amidst all the
problems of the world. As the photographers’ flashes disturbed his thoughts, a girl knelt in
Helping her to her feet, he offered her his ring, the best thing after the Holy Communion and
Christ’s blood. On kissing it, the woman crossed herself, while mumbling a prayer to Jesus in
He read a few pages from the bible, hoping to cleanse her soul from the impurities of the
world. Homer wished women idolised him as they loved the bishop, God’s representative on
earth.
Jaramillo showed them the latrines the workmen had made for the families to use in the
backyard. They were smelly amidst the flies and the rats, inhabiting the place. The band’s
music drowned Jaramillo’s words, as the bishop found a paper in one of his pockets.
“Our flock has been invaded by the wolves the scriptures talk about as atheists and sinners
“You have witnessed my efforts to kill those wolves, but it seems as if the earth throws them
out in big numbers every day. These atheists are the antichrists the scriptures talk about but
“Assassins without any faith kill men, women and children. Our churches have been filled
by orphans and poor widows who ask the heavens for retaliation but God will punish the
“You must be afraid of his anger and repent of your sins. If the Devil appears from the
abyss the angels can also come from heaven. God hasn’t abandoned us yet.
“A foreigner called Homer has dedicated his life to help the widows and orphans of the
violence. We mustn’t let our angel alone, as we need the solidarity of God’s people to win over
darkness and we want your charity to erase the most despicable sins against these poor people.
“I’m asking you to send money to our Episcopal palace. You must forget material interests
that won’t serve in our present life, as this is a temporal place before our real country up in
heaven or down in hell for sinners. Perhaps they didn’t help their poor brothers or sisters.
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“You’ll have God’s blessing for every million pesos you give to Homer for his mission on
earth.
The letter had a good effect. Homer received many times the money he had spent in the
houses in the next few days, even if the bishop kept some of it, and he had to reprimand a few
priests who wanted a percentage of the earnings. Jaramillo kept some money to keep the press
quiet about the lack of toilets and other things in the widow’s housing. In the pictures they
took, Homer gazed at the distance, as if looking at God’s face instead of a million pesos. The
mystical breakdowns of Saint Theresa might give us an idea of Homer’s face before the
cameras.
The citizens filled millions of petitions asking for social solidarity as the governor with all
his cabinet marched to the Widow’s Houses. They failed to notice the absence of toilets, water
or electricity.
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Amelia’s wishes
On opening his eyes to the light of a new day, Homer remembered the banquet he had to
attend that afternoon to celebrate the widow’s housing, and a chance of getting more money for
his charity. The women had brought him lots of luck even if he had to endure boring people,
talking about his charity nearly every day. Getting his notebook from the table, Homer
examined all the money he had made in the last few weeks. He had thousands of pesos in his
bank account plus all the interest he had earned during the years. On looking at his image in
the mirror, his green eyes looked back at him. He had to practice for his lecture in the library
that afternoon to convince his audience to give him more money, as Miguel appeared by his site
followed by Amelia.
Miguel poured orange juice in a glass, after putting a tray with the breakfast on the table.
Homer ate the yolk, full of nutrients and good for his health, if he wanted to keep on earning
his money.
She showed him the paper they had bought in their way to the shop. Homer attends a
banquet today, it said across the front page of El Pais, where the governor and other
personalities had been campaigning to raise money for the widow’s housing.
Amelia followed the letters with her fingers, her eyes widening when she saw the amounts
Homer needed the money for his labour of love amidst the poor, as Amelia marched around
Homer had been thinking of the widows and his words didn’t make much sense, when the
child could study to be a lawyer of an accountant. She had enough brains to make lots of
“I’ll pay for your university,” Homer said. “The army is for men.”
Sitting in his only chair, he discussed her education while Miguel checked the boxes of coca
stored against the wall. She had to learn how to conquer the world like he had done.
She marched around the shop while shouting instructions to her troops of invisible people.
“I hope so.”
Homer thought of the few lines he had to read in the banquet, even though he couldn’t write
much. He had to convince people of his intentions towards the poor women, needing a lot of
“This is my speech for the banquet,” Homer said holding the paper. “I am the apostle of the
Stopping her march around the shop, Amelia listened to his words. One day she’d
On looking at his reflection in the mirror, Homer pushed his hair back while thinking of his
moment of glory. Rich people had to help the widows in the slums. He arranged his clothes,
Homer got ready while Amelia commanded a troupe of invisible people around the shop.
Then the child looked at the numbers Homer had written in the diary, after counting his money.
Amelia shook her head. “Two and two are four and everyone knows that, Uncle Homer.”
She marched around the kitchen, while Homer combed his hair back in front of the mirror.
He had to appeal to the people of the town, if he wanted them to part with their money. Trying
his best smile, Homer got ready for the lecture of his life.
On finishing his cup of tea, Homer checked his clothes didn’t have any spots. He had to
look nice in the best day of his life, when he would have to convince the world to give him
money. Putting his notes in his bag, he got ready to leave the shop.
As someone knocked at the door, Homer had a last look at himself in the big mirror in the
The banquet
“We were waiting for you, Mr. Homer,” a young woman said in the town hall.
As she took him along the aisle, Homer felt the eyes of the public following his journey to
the podium. He wanted to run away back to his shop but he needed more money.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the governor said. “Here we have the apostle of the poor."
Homer waited for the applause to die down, before looking at an old bible the governor had
brought. He didn’t like reading in front of the public, but he opened it in the beginning, when
“Our father who art in heaven,” Homer said. “Hollowed be thy name.”
Homer didn’t know what else to say to the audience. He had never prayed in his life, as his
parents had forgotten their religion after arriving in the country. Moving backwards, he crashed
The governor gave him a glass of water, and as a woman collected money from the
audience, Homer heard the noise the coins made inside the tin. He watched the woman making
her way along the hall, getting lots of money for his cause. Feeling strange, he found himself
back in the jungle, where the drums went on forever and the Indians waited for his head.
On opening his eyes, Homer saw the governor, holding a handkerchief full of cologne on his
nose.
Homer remained in his seat with the handkerchief over his nose for a few moments, when
nice senoritas served the food to the crowd. The beauty queen of Colombia, the queen of the
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potato, the yucca, the corn, the banana, the pea, the pumpkin, the yucca bread, the tamales, the
guarapo, and a hundred more beauties moved around the hall with their trays. They left a bowl
filled with boiling water and cold bread for the sum of one thousands of pesos in front of each
one of the guests attending the festivities. Mingling with the journalists writing about the
event, rich people hoped that God would absolve their past sins and those still to come.
Then Homer had his soup, accompanied by a bit of bread, while trying to ignore the insipid
taste. Jaramillo appeared by his side with a big camera. Having promised Homer to take lots
of pictures for the papers, he made ready his equipment on the floor.
Homer didn’t want to say anything else about the food giving him so much money, as a
She left it full of tears and saliva, as a few more girls waited in line to kiss him. The Curuba
Queen left a sweet taste in his lips, while the Papaya one wouldn’t stop her lingering kiss,
Homer tasted the lipstick she had bought in the market, as some more girls wanted to
congratulate him, and by the time the pineapple queen sat in his lap, Homer had been aroused
As she stood up, another girl took her place, keeping Homer warm under her hips. He
“I’ll give you money for sleeping with me,” Homer said.
“It’s my turn now,” the coffee queen said, her breasts trembling under her gown.
“We have collected two million pesos,” a voice interrupted the conversation.
People in the restaurant sobbed as radio audiences cried. The readers of the newspapers
cried the next day and the poor widows wept, as Homer shed tears of happiness. He was a
genius. Although he made enough cash to build a city filled with poor widows, he needed the
money for his projects. Five more huts joined the others while some young and pretty widows
who liked the bishop, went to live there. Homer had never earned so much and so quickly, but
Tragedy
Jealousy reigned in heavens as they heard of Homer’s good work, bad angels opened the
gates of rain over the city and the poor inhabitants of the slums suffered more than anyone else.
A few widows and orphans drowned but the newspapers called it a calamity of nature. God
takes away innocent lives, the headlines said as the victims’ pictures appeared under the titles.
They spoke of the women’s bravery while confronting the elements in their homes. The
wooden coffins would be lowered into the ground later that day without any ceremony.
Homer had been barking the night before and felt tired, and as he heard someone knocking
at the door, he thought Miguel had forgotten his keys or the coca delivery had arrived.
“The rain has wiped all the houses,” He said as soon as they went inside the shop.
Homer sat on his bed. Having helped the women to better their lives, he blamed nature for
their misfortune. God had forgotten to help his best son or the devil liked him
Jaramillo showed him the paper with the full story of the tragedy. The women had been
sleeping when the rain water had overflowed the sewers, drowning them while they slept. The
survivors talked of their children dying in front of their eyes, as a woman tried to bring her dead
“The place is a mess,” Jaramillo said. “The rest of the families have been housed in the
The picture of the priest holding one of the children had been displayed by the major papers.
Homer remembered the day when the orchestra had played and the children had been very
happy.
Money bought everything in life, even if people died in the world. Homer made a cup of tea
as Jaramillo read about the widows God had entrusted in his care, but the heavens had killed
“They battled to save one of the toddlers in the hospital,” Jaramillo said.
He showed Homer some more pictures of the women waddling in the dirt, and of a baby
wrapped in a sheet. That had to be the young victim the journalist had described in the paper.
“Fine.”
Getting his wallet once more, Homer followed the journalist along the corridor. He didn’t
want to see Miguel at that time of the morning. After getting in the car, they drove along the
market, where pictures of the victims adorned a few of the shop windows. Jaramillo stopped
the car by a small house and a little dog barked showing its teeth.
“I hope so.”
A man chewed his nails behind the counter, as they went inside the place. Pictures of
houses adorned the walls, while a few books lay on a table. They had advanced a lot since the
“I had a shock when I read the papers this morning,” the man said. “They didn’t stand a
“You must work fast before the rains come,” Homer said.
Homer had to sign a form before they began working on the site. The man searched for
something in a draw, putting some files on the table. Then he held a pink paper close to his
“You still owe us $l26, 000 from the last houses we built, Mr. Homer.”
Putting the form on the table, the man gestured to his notebook amongst Homer’s
consternation.
“I want one thousand pesos in advance plus all the interest,” the man said.
“I need my money.”
The widow’s charity would repay Homer as they had done before. On opening his wallet,
he counted the pesos on the counter, before laying them in neat rows.
The man chewed his nails again before counting the money on his desk. Writing down the
The man gave him the receipt for the money he had paid, and the widow’s society would
refund him again. He needed the cash to help the meek and destitute to find shelter. Homer
had been born under the shadow of the sun, the Indians had disappeared in the jungle and now
the widows had drowned because of the rains. It had to be his bad star or the dark sun.
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Leaving the engineer’s office, Homer saw the slums full of life, where the memory of the
“I must go,” Jaramillo said. “Good luck with your new project.”
“Thank you.”
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Alicia
“You have been nominated for a medal for your work amongst the poor,” she said. “The
As she spoke of his good work amongst the poor and oppressed because he was the apostle
of the destitute, Homer watched her breasts trembling through her dress.
She must have read the papers blaming the weather for the tragedy that had shaken the
nation. Holding her handbag, she looked at the mess on the floor.
Sitting down amidst the merchandise littering the room, Alicia looked like one of those
Hollywood stars he had seen in the local cinema. Crossing her legs, she showed him a bit of
She sent shivers down Homer’s nervous system, but he tried to calm down, while
“I understand.”
As he moved closer to her, her eyes looked darker under the glare of the bulb. Homer
wanted to hug this woman sent by God to his world full of problems. Lifting her skirt, he
revealed more of her hips, her frilly pants welcoming him to paradise, but Alicia screamed.
“He’s my employee.”
He held her hands, while kissing her mouth, his tongue searching for hers. As Homer
sucked her nipples amidst the bags of coca, she prayed to the saints in the sky.
“Mr. Homer,” she said. “I don’t usually sleep with men I don’t know.”
Homer stopped his attack, her words acting like a barrier to his passion. Crossing herself,
she covered her pretty legs with her skirt, trying to erase all traces of her sins to the world.
Brushing her hair, she looked at her reflection in the mirror while checking a mark she had in
her neck.
She put some powder on the blemish, good for hiding the marks of sin. He had not done
Taking her handbag, she moved amongst the bags of coca Miguel had left there in the
morning, before moving across the shop where Miguel served a customer. Homer had to
contact Jaramillo about the Indians. After leaving a message with his secretary, Homer found
the manuscripts in his safe, where the suns stared at him amidst all the jargon. He remembered
A squirrel looked at him from the branches of the tree, as if wondering about his sorrow.
The phone rang in the kitchen, as he scratched his legs with the rubble strewn about the place.
“Mr. Homer,” she said. “We’ll come to collect you tomorrow morning.”
The woman had forgotten about his advances earlier on. She had to be one of those strong
women, who didn’t care about the opposite sex, but Homer had to look nice for another
moment of glory. He practiced talking in front of the mirror a few times, when he imagined the
public ovation, his eyes filling with tears. Everything in his life had been arranged by a God,
leading him through all the obstacles in his way. First he made him fly to the dollar bill, and
then Cesar had met him at the dock. Homer wondered if his present business venture had not
“Thank you,” Homer said to no one in particular, raising his eyes to the sky, where his
He heard the rumble of thunder, echoing outside, as rain fell over the world. Everything had
a purpose in his life, where the passage of time led him towards the end of everything.
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The library
Alicia appeared later, wearing her best dress and smelling of cologne. She had to be looking
He kissed her mouth, the taste of her lipstick staying in his tongue as they rolled on the
floor, getting cobwebs in the hair. Then he lost himself in her breasts, the smell of cologne
As he helped her to her feet, Homer saw a shadow looking at them from beyond the door. It
had to be Miguel checking on them, but it had disappeared when Homer looked again.
Everything had to follow a design in his life, but this woman wouldn’t understand that.
Leading him along the corridor, she opened the door, the glare of the sun hurting his eyes.
Then he saw her car waiting by the corner. Moving down the street, she went past the butcher
“Forever?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Homer didn’t know why women kept on playing with his feelings, if God protected him
against all evil. Then she opened the door of a ford, waiting on the other side of the road.
Homer went inside the back of the car, wondering what to say to all the strangers gathered in
the town hall. He had to get to their feelings, if the God guiding him through life deserted him
at that moment. His hands brushing against hers, as their eyes met.
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“No.”
“Please.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I mean it now.”
Getting closer to her, Homer felt lost in the world of his senses, while people moved down
the streets, ignoring her rejection. Homer had more important things to consider in his life, as
she drove in silence, letting him suffer the humiliation forever. Everyone applauded as they
She passed Homer the microphone amongst cheers from the audience.
“We have gathered here today,” Homer said. “To commemorate those brothers and sisters
who lost their lives in a calamity of nature. They will go straight to heaven, because the meek
The audience cheered but Homer felt dizzy. He passed the microphone to Alicia while
mumbling something.
Homer sat down as she about how he had suffered after the widows died.
“We give Apostle Homer a cheque for a few thousand dollars to build more houses,” she
said.
Homer accepted the cheque with tears in his eyes while people in the audience cried. He left
A shadow looked at him from the door, waiting for the seven minutes. Then Alicia brought
“Why not?”
I love God.”
Looking at her, Homer felt anger rising in his chest. He wanted to have this woman now or
Homer went to the podium, where he thanked the audience for the money, while thanking
the God looking after his life, even if Alicia didn’t want him.
“I cry in bed every night, as I remember the victims of the weather,” he said.
Alicia held his hands, while he sobbed in front of the audience and the reporters reported his
Homer had shown the world who he was and the results had been magnificent. He had the
respect of most people in town, who had blamed the tragedy on the weather. Miguel had
brought little Amelia to the shop that day. The child played with her dolls as her father worked
and Homer checked his money in the safe. He would take it to the bank later on.
Homer showed her the coin he kept in a box amongst his money. Uncle Hugh’s present had
survived the test of time, and after cleaning it with a cloth, he put it on the table amongst the
remnants of his breakfast and other bits of rubbish. With the face of Simon Bolivar on a side
and the number one in the other, the coin looked smart, even if it didn’t have much value.
Throwing it up in the air, Homer let it fall on the floor by the bags of coca.
“You’re funny, Uncle Homer,” she said. “When will you marry yourself again?”
Homer put the money back in the safe as the child ran around the place. He had to check the
work the builders had done over the last few days. Marching around the shop, Amelia went
past the cash machine Homer had bought second hand in the market.
Then she saluted him military style, her dark eyes looking serious.
“Where?”
Wondering why they trained in the streets, Homer combed his hair, getting ready to go to
the widow’s housing, as new families would move to the new premises during the next few
days.
“I won’t.”
“I don’t know.”
After putting it back in the safe, he got ready to go to the widow’s housing at the other side
of the market. He needed the cash to reinforce the houses against the elements.
Homer shook his head. She could catch an illness amongst the people of the slums.
Holding the notebook her father used for the sales, she wrote her name in big letters adding
a few dots and commas to make it look better. Homer had promised to pay for her schooling,
“I see.”
She stepped on all the rubbish on the floor, commanding an invisible troop of soldiers to
follow her around the house, because she had to conquer the world. The clocked chimed in the
On leaving the shop, he moved amidst the customers buying things in the market, the sounds
of music echoing around him, as people sold their products in the heat of the day.
“I know.”
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A few men unloaded boxes full of merchandise from a big truck, with the name of el
Baratillo on the side. His trucks had made him a wealthy man, by selling their merchandise
around the region. As a woman knelt on the pavement, Homer thought she had gone mad.
“Thank you.”
Kissing his hands, she left them full of saliva, as people crowded around him. They wanted
to see their benefactor visiting their homes, even if the rains had caused havoc amongst them.
Nature liked to punish people in the most severe way ever imagined.
Homer went on his way, a trail of people following him, while muttering prayers to the
almighty. He should have called a taxi, even if they charged lots of money. Hurrying along the
road, he got lost behind the shops, a few dogs growling at him behind the dustbins. After
moving along a street, he arrived at the slums, his feet sinking in the mud every time he walked.
Children dressed in rugs surrounded him as the new homes looked dirty and smelly but the
poor didn’t mind anything. A man dressed in overalls went down a ramp, his boots splashing
Lading him inside one of them, he showed Homer a part of the project. The biggest hut had
two rooms plus a small kitchen for the families to cook their meals with water brought from the
river. The workmen had built cisterns in the backyards of a few houses while the sewer ran
“We need thousands pesos to make the river safe,” the man said.
On arriving at the place where the river had burst its banks a few weeks before, the men
“We know.”
Wearing overalls over his fine clothes, Jaramillo led him to one of the huts, where the
“Thousands of pesos.”
Homer posed with the surviving children, while smiling at their mothers in the pictures. He
The cameras flashed and the sun shone in the sky in the worst day in Homer’s life, but then
a woman appeared by his side, the cameras filming her every move.
They kept on filming as lightning crisscrossed the sky and the wind rushed by his side but
The widow’s business didn’t just give cash but it generated great publicity, benefiting
Homer’s smuggled goods and taxes. He had asked the deprived mothers to sign documents.
Most of them couldn’t read or didn’t want to know why they had to sign. He stood next to the
children as the women scribbled something under a few pages of legal language.
“Would you like to eat with us, Mr. Homer?” they asked.
Afraid of catching a disease, Homer toyed with the idea for a few moments. He had to show
On following her into a house, he saw a table in a corner of the room, surrounded by boxes.
They must have found it amidst the rubbish somewhere in the city. Homer tried to avoid the
As she talked of her wonderful home, sheltering her against the elements, her children
poured water out of a bucket in the adjacent room, but it might cost lots of money for Homer to
The woman chatted about her family. Her oldest child went to the nearby school but the
little ones stayed at home, helping her to clear the mud and feeding the rabbit they had.
“The woman smiled. “It’s really a rat my children rescued from the sewer.”
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Looking at the wriggling rodent a baby held in his hands, Homer wanted to run away from
there but she had to sign the forms. As he put the papers on the table, a young girl appeared
“You must have your coffee t, Mr. Homer,” the woman said.
Nodding, Homer accepted the cup she offered him, hoping the hot water had killed all of the
germs.
“Thank you.”
Holding the cup in one hand and the papers in the other, Homer thought of the best excuse to
run away from there before he died of cholera or dysentery. Sipping his coffee, he heard of the
“The divine providence must have been with us that night, Mr. Homer.”
As the rodent ran between his legs, Homer threw his papers on the floor in a panic, in case it
had rabies.
Looking at all the mess on the floor, he wondered how the women had brought so much
rubbish to their new homes. Then he made ready the pen for her to sign or put a cross in the
paper, if she didn’t know how to do it. After waiting for a few moments, the woman returned
Homer saw the rodent looking at him from the boy’s hands.
“He’s been living with us for some time, Mr. Homer,” the woman said.
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Homer studied the shadows around him, expecting to see many more rodents moving behind
the things propped against the walls. Poor people didn’t know anything about hygiene, even if
he had paid to improve their lives in the slums. Putting the rat on his shoulder, the child got
Homer waited for the woman to get a few things that had fallen on the floor, uncovering
damp patches on the walls left by the rains. He couldn’t pay for all the things going wrong with
these families, when he had his own problems to sort out. Holding his papers, he waited for all
the mayhem to finish, as children appeared at the door. Then she came back with dirty hands.
He didn’t know why she thanked him, when her life seemed to be full of horrors. He put the
papers on the table once more, hoping all the creatures living in the hut would leave him alone.
“Thank you.”
“Can I just scribble something on your paper?” she asked. “That will be my signature.”
She wanted to help the benefactor, who had done so much for the poor of the city. Homer
was a genius! He felt something feeling his ears, as the rat ran across his chest, its long tail
She ran her finger through the words, devoid of any meaning.
Homer could raise more money to solve her problems, even if the bishop would want half of
it.
Putting his papers away, Homer got ready to get a few more signatures for his plans. He
She led him to the door, where the children played with the rats, as a shadow moved by the
huts. Standing by the gate, Homer thought the Indian had come back, but he had to be
hallucinating.
The papers the women signed left Homer out of reach of the income tax. His expenditure
became far greater than his earnings, according to the certificates. He had done all of this to
sustain the poor women. Homer brought lots of tax free goods into the country every month.
The boxes had a cross on them. It said in big red letters: Charity. This food is for the poor of
Sacks full of wheat arrived sometimes but they usually contained goods. Sport cars were
smuggled with ‘frozen food,’ written on them and any food sent in the packets would be sold at
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high prices to Homer’s customers. His ships brought Swiss watches, Scotch whisky, French
Wines, tinned food from all over the world, televisions, videos, pants, bras and other things.
Homer’s modest shop became a world bazaar. You could find a Mercedes Benz or fine
French pants, while custom officials never wondered about so many expensive and rare things.
They didn’t doubt Apostle Homer’s behaviour or the public would attack them. He gave them
whisky, cigarettes and lighters and sometimes he sent them cheques for a few thousand pesos
The old boats: Athena, Sparta and The Thermopiles had been replaced by three new and
powerful ships: Odysseus, Ajax, Diogenes and Cyclops. They traded in goods. Homer slept
better during the nights, and as he lay on his boxes with a few rags on, he counted and
Homer’s drank a cup of tea with a portion of rotten cheese three times a week. He had
bought three suits in a second hand shop, and had put on some weight.
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Lola
As Homer walked around his property barking, a neighbour paid two hundred pesos for him
to patrol his business during the night. He used the money to buy some meat and regain his
health. Homer’s face became synonymous with love and charity, as he appeared in the papers
and spoke on the radio about the widows he had saved from the gutter. He had not seen Alicia
“I think of the poor women all the time,” Homer said in the radio.
People showered him with money every time he cried in the studio. The tragedy had been
forgotten as he talked in the library a few more times about his pain, losing count of all the
charitable functions he attended. Hiring the builders to paint the widow’s houses for a few
pesos, he put the rest of the money in his safe, as the papers cashed on his fame. Everyone
bought El Pais when he appeared in the front page, while the women and their families lived in
squalor.
Someone else had an impact on his life at that time in his life. On seeing a beautiful woman
in the market one day, Homer had chased her through the crowd, crashing with a few people
buying their groceries before the shops shut for the day. He had never seen anything else like
that since the trip to the jungle or his affair with Alice.
She stopped to talk to Fray Serapio, by the church steps while people hurried to the mass.
Homer didn’t want to interrupt whatever confessions she had decided to tell the priest at that
time. Looking at the merchandise in one of the shops, he compared its prices with El Baratillo.
Then the girl moved down the street, as Homer crashed with the people crowding the
pavements.
She went down a street, while he rushed through the traffic, the car drivers shouting
obscenities.
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On arriving at a part of the city filled with bars and music, Homer couldn’t see her
anymore. She must have gone inside one of those houses with white walls at the end of the
street, but Miguel also lived in one of those houses with his large family.
He would ask his employee about the beauty he had seen, before she disappeared from his
life like everyone else had done. Kicking a stone he found in his way, he moved back along the
“They’re fine.”
Homer saw a few posters of his lectures in the library and the times he had spoken in the
radio. His fame had spread through the city, even if the rains had killed some of the families in
“I think she’s called Lola and works in a beauty shop,” Miguel said.
“She looks like the girl you saw, Mr. Homer.” Miguel said. “They are nice people.”
Homer thought that Lola had a perfect body and any clothes she put on were superfluous.
She looked better than a duchess even if she dressed in rags. Homer planned to meet her that
“Maria is a nice girl,” Miguel said. “You should take her to the cinema.”
Homer didn’t hear his words, as he chewed coca leaves. He had to appear cool in front of
the most beautiful woman in the city, but every time he thought of her he barked in his
neighbour’s patio. Then he had a problem. If he didn’t travel in one of his trucks the next day,
the driver could waste petrol by going somewhere else or he might bring his girlfriend. How
could Homer see Lola and look after the trucks at the same time?
He had to do something about that, in order to supervise his business while having some fun
at the same timer. He surprised himself as he waited for the girl that evening, when he should
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be counting his money in El Baratillo, or looking after his ships in the port. Homer tried to be
less nervous but the girl was late. Then she appeared, looking as beautiful as ever.
He didn’t feel well, perhaps because he had masturbated the day before or the thought of a
million pesos. The two things made him as pale as an anaemic flower, but Homer thought any
She nodded her head but his legs felt like jelly. He had to be strong in front of one of the
most beautiful girls in town, apart from Maria who only thought about herself.
He wanted to hold her hands, while they moved along the road. It had to be love at first
sight like they said in the soap operas, as she stopped by a little house with a red door.
“Why?” he asked.
Looking into her eyes, he loved this woman like he had never done anyone before in his life,
On opening the door, she disappeared inside the house, leaving Homer alone with his pain.
A husband could be waiting for her amidst the shadows beyond the door. He couldn’t trust
women anymore, when his mother had left her money to the poor and Maria didn’t want him
anymore. Homer barked in the street as his heart suffered another blow.
The clouds parted, showing him a sky full of stars as the Milky Way made its way across
the void of space. It had to be a sign of good things to come in the future of humankind.
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Lola’s life
Wearing his best clothes, Homer waited for Lola by the market. As she appeared looking
beautiful, he offered her a red rose he had cut from someone’s garden.
“Thank you,” she said, her breasts trembling under her blouse.
She nodded. On moving down the road, they went past the shops selling clothes, as he
wanted to hold her hands. He came closer to her, feeling her scent and wanting to touch her
body, where he might discover many marvels never seen in the world. They had arrived at the
suburbs, full of children playing in the streets, while some of the adults gossiped with each
other.
Homer imagined Lola’s mother as a monster guarding her daughter against all evil but a nice
woman opened the door. She had Lola’s dark eyes and brown hair.
“Mother is your fan,” Lola said. “She has followed your campaign for helping the widows.”
Homer sat next to Lola in their small sitting room, while the woman prepared dinner in the
kitchen. As Homer kissed her, she let him hold her hands, her skirt riding up her legs.
He went within her legs, as she stammered some more things, before yelping with delight,
but then she saw hundreds of tiny animals crawling on his hair.
Homer thought she made a fuss about nothing. His business in the slums had left him full of
money and lice. Putting his trousers up, he sipped his tea while Lola told him about her job and
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lack of money. They didn’t pay her well even if she worked every day. Homer had to see
“Ask mother.”
“She does.”
Her mother appeared at that moment with their dinner and two glasses of orange juice with
aguardiente and Homer thought she had to know something. The woman looked at him before
While eating his beans with arepa, she told him all about their life before Lola’s father had
died of a heart attack. It must have been an exciting time because she cried.
The woman showed him some papers she kept in a draw, with diagrams of the life line
through time. It had to do with their destiny in the universe, before she delivered her verdict.
Putting the cards face down on the table, she asked Homer to take one of them. As
The electricity went off and Homer held Lola’s hand as everyone screamed. It had to be
As the light of a candle illuminated the room, Homer saw their faces amidst the darkness
enveloping the world. They had to thank the electrical plant for the chaos it caused when the
Holding Lola’s hands, Homer saw shadows looking at him beyond the candle as the woman
Homer chose one of them, but the woman shook her head.
The light came back, chasing the shadows away, as Lola’s mother brought some more cups
of coffee in a tray and Homer wanted to be alone with the girl. He thought of the dark world
predicted by the woman, when he wouldn’t be able to earn his money anymore.
“You must do something against this danger, Mr. Homer,” the woman said.
“I’m sorry.”
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Homer in love
Homer had fallen in love, a beautiful woman changing the way he saw the world. He
bought some soap and had a bath, but he wanted Lola to soap his back. He had never done so
many things on the same day, while Lola slept alone. Chastity can be a good thing sometimes.
You know where to start when you are in love but you don’t know when it will end. Homer
invited Lola to have an ice cream that afternoon while he had a glass of cold water, and by
forgetting to bark that night, he had lost a few hundred pesos. Nobody had ever seen Homer
clean and looking so cheerful. Travelling to the port that week, he sat next to the driver instead
of sleeping on the boxes, and stayed in a hotel that charged a few hundred pesos per night.
Everyone thought he had gone mad. It didn’t end there. On buying a small coconut when he
returned to the city, the taxi driver asked for a piece of the hard skin to keep as a treasure.
That evening, he met Lola after she finished working in the shop. She wore a pink dress
with a rose by her breasts, and his heart bit faster as she moved towards him. He couldn’t
Lola sighed as she opened the bag and saw the present he had brought her. She had
expected something better from her rich boyfriend, like a golden watch or a diamond ring. She
thought this was just the beginning. She didn’t have the priests or the sergeant anymore and
kept Homer at a distance. As he tried to kiss her, she stopped him. The coconut had not been
Homer slept better and did his job as a guard dog. The rest of the time he reproached
himself. Why had he spent so much money in the girl? What use did it have? These questions
kept on repeating themselves in his head like characters in a nightmare and he couldn’t find an
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answer. Why did he give her the coconut? He could have fed himself with it for the whole
week, while the ice cream had been water with a bit of taste and colour. He had wasted water
having a bath as well as the new soap he had bought. He had to think in his water bill and the
money he had paid to the hotel in the port because he must be losing his mind.
Homer had been afraid of mad people since he had been a child, when his mother had shown
him people eating, drinking and spending money. They had to be crazy. He remembered
fiends without a form and infamous animals moving through the streets. They were mad.
People who took care of their money looked fat and healthy but Homer looked ill.
He wanted Lola in spite of all of this and missed her firm breasts and sex appeal, his body
muddy lake full of bits of women and dollar bills. He had been destroyed by sex, mud, sex and
mud.
Homer wondered if the manuscripts might have an answer to his mental distress. On
opening his safe, he found the roll of papers Jose had left on the floor. Sitting down at the
table, he spent a long time writing down his own interpretation of the words. Miguel found him
Miguel brought him milk and brandy and Homer felt much better but then he found out what
“You don’t have to pay for anything,” Miguel said. “It’s a present.”
Then the door bell rang. Homer thought Miguel had shut the shop, ready to go home as the
A young woman appeared at the door. She had a plate covered by a cloth, while her dark
She helped him to sit at the table, before putting a bowl of chicken soup in front of him.
Standing by his side, she waited for Homer to start eating his dinner.
As she left the room, Homer thought she had to be one of the young widows who had moved
in the new houses he had built after the tragedy. After putting the manuscripts on his safe, he
looked at the report Miguel had left on the table. His shop had made good profits. The widow’s
business had recovered since the last tragedy, and he had lots of money in his bank now.
Homer didn’t want a girl to destroy his life and Lola had to go.
It remained silent, swaying in the breeze and keeping its secrets forever. This was the start
Disgrace
At the other end of the town the bad spirits conspired against him. In a church near the
He smiled, trying to keep temptation away but being polite at the same time. He couldn’t be
Father Ricardo took her to the refectory where she sat at the table. She had to be one of the
young widows Homer helped. He had seen her when blessing the widow’s houses a few
months ago. Sarah said how Homer had taken them out of the streets.
“We don’t have any toilets or electricity,” she said. “We thought you could raise money to
Father Ricardo found pen and paper on his table to write what she wanted: electricity, water,
toilets and better homes. He would ask people on the Sunday service to donate money for a
good cause. He wondered why Homer didn’t know anything about it, when he had found the
“We cooked food for Homer when he was ill,” she said.
Sarah had several hypotheses about Homer’s illness, inspired by the rumours in the slums.
Father Ricardo had heard strange things about Homer: first he had married to himself and
“We helped the man who gave us a place to live,” she said.
She spoke of all the good things Apostle Homer had done for them and how their children
had a roof over their heads. Father Ricardo blessed her while praying and sprinkling holy water
on her head. He admired these women who had suffered so much in their lives. He met Fray
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Serapio in the refectory after he had left Sarah praying in the church. The man stopped limping
Father Ricardo told him to take camomile for the pain of the joints.
“You must pray to the Virgin Mary after you finish your drink,” he said.
Fray Serapio nodded. He had tried praying before without any results, but a visit to the
young widows might take his mind away from the pain.
Father Ricardo knew of Fray Serapio’s love for beautiful women and wished the priest took
“The widows sent food to Homer when he was sick,” Father Ricardo said.
Fray Serapio thought Homer had enough money to buy all the food he wanted.
“I have to go,” Father Ricardo said. “Tell me if the camomile helps you.”
He went to the sacristy while Fray Serapio looked for the phone to tell Lola about her greedy
boyfriend. As the priest looked at his reflection in the long mirror in the corridor while waiting
for the operator to connect him to Lola, he saw a middle aged man without much hair on his
head. That’s why she preferred a young man like Homer. The girl had just arrived from work
She knew how the priest hated sharing her with other men. She wanted to ask the widows
but they lived in a dangerous and unhealthy place, sewer ran through the streets while dirty
Lola reflected on Fray Serapio’s words while brushing her long hair. After leaving her
house, she moved down the street to the church, where she sat by the metal mesh of the
Father Ricardo shifted in his seat expecting to hear some more silly things, as he had known
“I have slept with three men at the same time,” she said.
“No father. I’ve seen the sergeant during the day, Homer in my room in the evenings while
Father Ricardo knew Fray Serapio had been up to something. The priest liked women but
this time he had gone too far. Fray Serapio would run up to anything wearing skirts in the
“He was sick,” Father Ricardo said. “The women helped him to get better.”
Lola was angry and punched the wooden decorations on the edge of the confessionary.
Homer didn’t need poor widows feeding him when he had so much money.
Lola had to tell him about something else in her life. Her period had not come this month in
spite of all the things she had done. She had jumped from a sofa and eaten hot potatoes with
Father Ricardo jumped at the sound of her voice. The girl had done it this time.
Lola shook her head. Even though the priest practiced coitus , he had left his sperm on the
Father Ricardo had to exorcise the bad spirits haunting the man, but Lola wanted a
termination.
Lola prayed while Father Ricardo took confessions from other people, but she found it
difficult to control her temper like the priest had said. She begged Jesus Christ to solve her
She prayed the rosary to control her anger. She had to dislodge the seed Homer had planted
“Jesus Christ,” she said. “I’ll become a nun if I manage to abort the baby.”
Lola prayed after this, hoping God wouldn’t be angry. She tore the numerous cards Homer
had sent her once she had arrived back home and then she threw his pictures in the bin.
Lola’s mother witnessed her daughter’s rage through the house. She thought the girl
shouldn’t send away her rich boyfriend, who might take them out of poverty.
“You have done this before,” the woman said. “Can you remember the sergeant, the
She dumped the piece of coconut Homer had given her a few days before, after throwing his
pictures in the bin. It wasn’t a present fit for a rich man. Then Lola jumped from the sofa onto
The woman didn’t believe in abortion as her daughter jumped from the kitchen table after
Lola climbed up a ladder they had to get to the ceiling. She might break a leg or lose her
Lola stopped her wild behaviour. She didn’t want to die because of Homer’s baby. She
phoned the sergeant, who had just arrived at the barracks where he commanded a battalion of
bullies.
The sergeant appeared as she left her job next day, wearing his uniform where his best
He passed his arm around her shoulders as they moved down the street and Homer waited in
a corner. The sergeant had heard of Lola’s infatuation with the businessman and grabbed
He punched him a few times as Lola fainted. She looked pale and tears stained her beautiful
face.
He took her pulse the way he had learned in the army as Homer escaped. He didn’t stop
A hero’s farewell
He lay down on his boxes, after washing his face in the water tap he had installed in the
backyard.
He would never let a woman do this again as they were evil. Homer didn’t bark that night.
He had given the girl a bit of coconut and ice cream but she let the sergeant beat him up. All
women had to be like that. He covered himself with rugs and dreamed of Lola walking towards
him but the sergeant bit him up. Homer felt awful when Miguel opened the shop next morning,
his nose had swollen and a few of his teeth had loosened. He would never forget all the pain
The edges of the boxes felt hard while he thought of the girl. He didn’t know why she had
been so angry when he had not done anything wrong. Then one of his employees appeared
Homer thought of the women’s muddy houses with an open sewer running through the
backyard while sipping his soup. It would cost money to improve their homes. As his friend
came to collect the suit, he heard of the harrowing moments when a bus had knocked Homer
down.
His friend thought he should have called the police but Homer worried more about his
clothes. Homer gave him a few coca leaves to keep him happy as a replacement for the suit.
He had to forget Lola and her sexy body, and spent a few days on his boxes, hating all women
and their sergeants. One of his employees found a mattress next to Homer’s place of death,
sorry, next to his place of living and took it to his cellar. Homer thought it was better than the
boxes, and dismissed his employee the next day in case he wanted a salary increase. He didn’t
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bark in the backyard. He had lost a fortune in a few days without counting the coconut or
It rained that night. Homer heard thunder rumbling through the world as the heavens spoke
of Armageddon, and the tree of life shook under the strong wind. Miguel brought a newspaper
with the bad news the next morning: seven widows and eight children had drowned in the
slums. Homer sat on his boxes too stunned to say anything. He would have to pay the
newspapers to keep quiet again. He drank his tea in the cellar, afraid to face the world and slept
in the mattress Miguel had found in the rubbish. Homer didn’t want to know about widows or
Indians anymore as he had to change the goal of his life. Then he read an interesting article in
The world had been at war for a few years. It was called a war world and Homer’s old
country had been invaded. He had made money from the Indian heads, the widow’s pain and
his boats. Could the invasion of his dismembered country be another business? He had
received a letter from Uncle Hugh inviting him to New York, where he might be able to help
his country. Miguel appeared with Amelia that evening. He had to count the sacks of coca
before putting them in the cellar while Amelia marched around the shop, pretending to be a
soldier.
Amelia led a troop of invisible soldiers around the cellar while shouting: “One, two, one,
two...”
Homer waited until the child had gone out of the cellar to give Miguel the bad news.
Miguel had never been outside his country and looked at Homer with respect. He would
Miguel didn’t like managing the shop on his own. He discussed with Homer the prices of
“You’ll have my telephone number wherever I go,” Homer said. “Or you can wire me.”
He put the card Homer gave him in his pocket. Amelia marched around the shop while they
talked and Homer made arrangements with Miguel to support the child. She had been born at
the dawn of his life, when he had discovered the path to follow in this world.
“I’ll send you money for her school and food,” Homer said.
Miguel thought Homer was a good man in spite all his faults. Amelia had heard the last part
He gave her some of his beads and she cried in his arms.
Amelia cried as she would do many years later when she witnessed the last minutes of
Hugging her for the last time, Homer remembered the day Uncle Hugh had gone in the boat
forever. That had been during his first life cycle like Lola’s mother had seen in her cards.
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The voyage
Miguel and Amelia were miles away as Homer found the ship waiting for him. Cesar came
to greet him.
He led him to a cabin with a small toilet, a shower and a nice bed. Homer looked at the blue
sea outside his window, before counting some of his money on the bed. He had earned millions
Homer worked as a waiter in the ship to earn some money and have free food at the same
time. Cesar couldn’t understand why his boss wanted to serve in the restaurant when he was
Homer weighed the benefits of serving in the ship against the disadvantages, as his anorexia
might come back again, sending him into a nightmare of hunger and solitude. He had to pay
for his food with hard work. Homer stood on the deck later, as the waves battered the ship
forever.
“It’s time to serve dinner,” the head waiter interrupted his thoughts.
He was a big man, who had sailed the seven seas. Homer felt sick and took an Alka-Seltzer
while trying to keep his balance on the moving floor. He went to bed after the break, where he
remained for the next few days. The doctor diagnosed seasickness and Homer had to take a
few tablets but they made him feel sleepy. He spent the rest of the trip in bed, dreaming of Lola
and Kam, while the Indians chased him for their heads. Homer left his bed just in time to see
the statue of liberty rising in the horizon. He hoped to start a new life in the empire of the
Putting his clothes back in his suitcase, he prepared to disembark in the land of gold, but as
the ship approached the port, Homer wobbled to the top deck, eager to experience a new world
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full of adventure. The ship stopped moving and people went down the steps towards the
waiting officials. Homer didn’t have anything to declare as none of his belongings cost more
than one dollar. Cesar waited for him by the top deck, waiting to thank the man who had
Giving the man a few dollars, Homer moved with his case towards the immigration officer.
“What’s your purpose of your trip to the USA?” a burly man asked in broken Spanish.
Homer showed him the letter his uncle had sent him before. Then he gave them a bank
statement showing the money he had made during the years. They had to welcome the rich
“I wish you a nice time here, Mr. Homer,” the man said.
As Homer moved amongst the crowd, looking for Uncle Hugh, a middle aged man with a
He pushed his suitcase towards a coffee shop, where they sat at a table overlooking the street
full of people.
The waitress appeared with two coffees and a few cakes. Homer ate a roll full of cream
On opening his wallet, Homer showed his uncle the shinny cent he kept amidst his loose
Uncle Hugh brought back those memories that had ceased to exist long ago, when he had an
invisible friend and went round the tree of life growing in the garden.
“You can fight the Nazi enemies,” Uncle Hugh interrupted his reverie.
On imagining his ships selling arms to the warriors of the world amidst the noise in the
cafeteria, Homer felt happy for the first time since he had embarked in that ship.
“You’re a patriot,” Uncle Hugh said. “You offer your life for your land.”
Homer didn’t like people misunderstanding his intentions, even if they were noble, as the
waiter brought a bottle of champagne Uncle Hugh had ordered to celebrate his arrival.
He looked at the other customers while sipping his drink. This was a country of
opportunities and good for his plans. They left the coffee shop while the sun set on the tall
buildings and the stars appeared in an autumn sky. As Homer barked, his uncle looked at him.
They moved through a park full of trees and flowers where lovers hid beneath the bushes
and children played. Homer listened to the language these people spoke so different from
Spanish and his own forgotten tongue. He would learn English to do business with the country
and earn dollars instead of pesos. On arriving at Uncle Hugh’s flat later, they sipped a glass of
He had been a lonely boy and with an imaginary friend the last time he had seen his uncle in
the mist of time. The waiter served the customers, coming all the time to the coffee shop, while
Dark clouds gathered in the sky, waiting for the best moment to start the worst storm
Another day
As Homer dozed in Uncle Hugh’s room that evening, he heard the traffic in the city that
never slept. It had streets paved with fools, who should give him gold. The sun sneaked
through the curtains next day, when Uncle Hugh appeared at the door.
Putting the breakfast tray on the bedside table, he switched on the radio, as the presenter
spoke of the war in Europe. Homer had to do something to help his motherland punished by
Hitler’s troops.
Homer had to get used to his new country even if he missed his shop and everything else he
had in his previous life. Uncle Hugh had made scrambled eggs on toast, filling the house with
Homer had a shower after his breakfast, thinking about his words. He had to defeat Hitler’s
reign of misery with the cash he had managed to save after years of working hard in the shop.
On opening his suitcase, Homer found the clothes he had brought from the market, good for his
“You must wear a warm coat,” Uncle Hugh said. “The weather is getting colder.”
Homer found the best coat he had bought in the market- It would protect him against the
cold and the snow- while combing his hair. He had to look nice for the first meeting he had in
New York. Uncle Hugh waited by the door, as Homer got his wallet for the money they might
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give him in Maria’s flat. He had to get to his countrymen’s hearts, willing to release their
country from the enemy’s hands, even if they had to pay some money.
They emerged in the street full of people busy with their lives to care about the war in
Europe. On going into the subway with its escalators and electric trains, everyone pushed them
aside in their rush to get somewhere else in the metropolis. Then Homer remembered his shop
in Miguel’s hands. The little man had promised to keep him informed of any new
developments with his business, in exchange for his daughter’s education. Homer had
promised to invite Miguel to the yacht one day, before the end of the world, whenever it would
be.
“They all want to meet you,” Uncle Hugh interrupted his reverie.
“Who?”
After leaving the train, Homer saw children playing in the streets while youngsters talked in
the corners. He could have sold them his merchandise on easy terms and without much
interest. People went past them in a hurry to some unknown job to get enough money to feed
their families.
“I might be.”
On stopping by a block of flats with a nice garden, they took the lift up to the tenth floor and
a woman with short black hair and a round face appeared at the door.
She led them into a flat full of flowers and colour. The leader of their country appeared in a
few pictures on the wall, surrounded by postcards and flags, as some people sat around a long
table.
Homer sat down as Maria brought cups of coffee and biscuits. Everybody wanted to ask
“I will use my ships to defeat the intruders,” Homer said and they applauded.
He told a long story of danger and tenacity amongst the enemy as they all cried. He had dug
a tunnel under a prison in a concentration camp, where hundreds of people died every day.
Then he showed a few pictures someone had managed to take of the conditions endured by the
prisoners. As Homer saw little children dying of starvation, while their parents looked like
bags of bones, he had to put an end to all the suffering in the name of fascism.
He passed the picture of a man, looking like a skeleton, standing by a few other victims of
the Nazis.
“I used the spoons and forks we had for our lunch, the only food we had during the day.”
They made a collection to help Homer’s plans, because the fire of freedom had swept
“This is to help the war effort,” Maria said as she gave him the money in coins and dollar
bills.
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Homer put the money in his wallet, feeling happier for the first time since boarding the ship.
They toasted to the hero, as Maria poured champagne in their glasses, and snow blanketed
the world outside the windows. Homer slept wrapped in his own coat in Maria’s flat that
evening. He would leave his bones here if it was good for his countrymen.
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Homer’s ships
The gringos wanted to use Homer’s ships to help the war in Europe, and instead of dying in
New York he would do it at the bottom of the sea. The USA government would give him free
arms. Homer cancelled his businesses in Colombia, including El Baratillo by putting his ships
at the service of his country. It had to be a good business. On phoning Colombia in one of the
first transatlantic phone calls, he promised to put money in Miguel’s bank account every month
Amelia was fine and enjoying her secondary school, but she still wanted to fight for her
He felt sad after putting the phone down. Miguel’s family had been with him for a few
years, when Homer had made his fortune taking advantage of other peopled and the world. He
had to do something about it. Sitting down at the desk, he wrote a check for the family he had
left a few weeks before, hoping to see them again one day. On writing down the sum of
money, Homer wanted to know if it would be enough for Amelia to realise her dreams. He
heard footsteps approaching the study. At first Homer thought he had one of his night terrors,
when things might go wrong without an explanation, but then Uncle Hugh appeared wearing a
He gave Homer a check for a few thousand dollars, donated by his country men and women
“I’ll do it later.”
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Putting it in his wallet, Homer planned to take it to the bank, where it would gain interest.
“That’s a good idea,” Uncle Hugh said. “Have you found anyone interested yet?”
Uncle Hugh tidied his papers, while Homer tried to keep his transactions in order with all
the money he had made since his arrival. Then Uncle Hugh showed him a picture in the local
paper of his boats awaiting the orders to leave the port, followed by a short article on the
foreigner rising to fame in Colombia. Homer wondered how they knew so much about him
Uncle Hugh laughed as Homer looked surprise. The man must have gone mad after
Looking at a map of the world Uncle Hugh had on the wall, Homer followed the path his
ships would take in their journey towards Europe, where they might be attacked by submarines.
Homer noted down all the money they had given him in New York. The sale of El Baratillo
would leave him well off after he had paid his income tax, but then he found the manuscripts he
kept in his case, a memory of his childhood in the shop lost in the market. Homer put them on
Uncle Hugh leafed through the pages full of dust and strange signs from another world, as
Homer hoped one of the sailors might translate them for a few dollars. They had to know the
“What is that?”
Homer couldn’t understand some of the symbols Uncle Hugh had written in the paper. They
had many zeros, something looking like a p and a few other things. Jose had been a clever
child full of exciting ideas about the languages of the world. All those signs had to be linked to
the dark sun, his fate in the jungle, the widows and Hitler’s invasion of his country.
Homer remembered the fun they had in the hammock all those years ago. He wasn’t sure
whether he had been to the Indian town or if he had dreamed of the adventure after falling
We need more tanks and bombs, he wrote in a telegram he would send the president, as the
earth shook.
The role of the sun in his life went through Homer’s mind as he got ready to conquer the
Odysseus would be the first ship to leave the port but it was surrounded by absolute secrecy.
As the captain of the ship, Homer wore an artificial moustache and looked like an old Turkish
sailor. He saw the sailors bringing boxes full of machine guns, bombs that looked like corn on
the hob and munitions disguised as chocolates. Canons pretending to be canoes and a few
tanks camouflaged as ambulances. Homer worried about his seasickness during the trip,
spoiling the enjoyment of his journey. The sun shone over the city on the day of his departure,
as the ships waited in the quay for Homer to lead them to the battlefields of Europe.
Searching in his pockets, Uncle Hugh found a letter mixed with dirt and bits of cigarette.
Homer leafed through the pages, written in Uncle Hugh’s fine words to the head of their
country. The arms the American government would restore his mandate over that of the enemy
engulfing most of Europe in the conflict. Homer added his own signature at the bottom of the
page, after putting the paper on a book he had brought to his adventure to the other side of the
world.
A crowd had gathered to see the ships for a last time before the mission, as parents showed
their children the view of the men preparing to sail away to foreign lands. It had to be a historic
day for the country, ready to fight the enemy destroying their peace.
Looking at the ship floating in the bay, Homer felt tears going down his face and landing in
his shirt. He had to rescue his country from the evil taking over most of Europe. Hugging his
Uncle for the last time, Homer reflected in his mission in the Mediterranean Sea, where the
“We must fight for peace and democracy,” Uncle Hugh said.
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A girl appeared out of the crowd with a bunch of flowers, her silhouette visible through her
dress. Kissing Homer’s cheek, she handed him the flowers she might have bought in her way
to the docks
He felt the aroma of her hair. He could have sold her the lotion he used to have in El
Baratillo, before he had decided to travel the world. Homer wanted to tell her many things but
the crowd waited for the moment of his departure. Holding the flowers, he went up the steps of
one of the ships, ready to die for his country and the world.
Homer stood by the prow under a sky full of hope for the future. He had to conquer the
world like his parents had wanted long ago. As the ship started to move, his stomach felt
funny, and Cesar appeared by his side holding a glass filled with a clear liquid.
It refreshed his insides before the journey started, as the cannons blasting in the docks
interrupted his concentration and the statue of liberty bid them farewell in their journey.
Holding the rails, Homer tried to ignore the motion of the ship in spite of the alka seltzer Cesar
They made their way to the lower deck, where some of the sailors checked the boxes of the
After saluting them military style, Homer held the walls to keep his balance amidst the
waves of nausea invading his senses. It had to be the price for helping his country during times
of war.
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Homer saw a window showing the sea under the sun, as the bed waited for him in a corner
and Cesar offered him some more tablets with a glass of water.
Taking off his clothes, Homer went into the bed, trying to forget, the nausea accosting his
senses. Homer spent the next few days in a limbo where Cesar gave him medication before
Cesar shook his head. “It’s no good for seasickness, Mr. Homer.”
Homer dreamed of Kam, having fun amidst the shadows threatening to devour the
hammock. As a hand shook him awake, Homer saw Cesar accompanied by one of the sailors.
“Why are we going south, sir? The man asked. “Europe is to the east.”
Homer reflected in the question. He didn’t want to go to Europe full of submarines, trying
Shutting his eyes, Homer tried to go back to Kalm in his dreams, before he felt ill again. He
had to be healthy to do business with the world in the name of freedom and his country. The
sailor must have gone back to his duties somewhere else in the ship the next time he opened his
eyes again.
Homer saw the man holding a pack of cards by the bed. Homer covered his face with the
blanket, wishing the man went away as a wave of nausea assailed his senses.
Homer came face to face with the ace of spades Cesar had left by his side, as Homer wanted
Putting his queen on the bed, Homer waited for the man to play, while the clock marked the
Salvacion
As Homer looked out of his porthole, he saw trees in the distance. It had to be one of those
islands lost in the Caribbean Sea, as some canoes welcomed them to the country. Sitting in the
Cesar put the cards in the side of the table, while smiling.
“You are so funny, Mr. Homer,” he said. “We don’t have any pirates in Salvacion.”
While looking for his clothes in the side table, Homer pushed a few things onto the floor.
As they arrived at their destination amidst the Caribbean Sea, Homer got ready to disembark in
the island he could see beyond the waves. He found his shirt in the wardrobe, where he kept
his suitcase and the rest of his clothes, while Cesar waited for him by the door.
Homer wanted to tell the president he loved his land, even if he couldn’t rescue it from
Hitler’s men. He would do it some other time he had to take arms to the troops in Europe.
They heard a band playing in the deck, and Homer blinked when they emerged in a sunny
morning full of music and fun. Standing by a table, a little man spoke to the sailors in hushed
tones. Wearing an army uniform, he had a few medals in his lapel, while a sable dangled from
his waist.
Homer shook hands with the stranger, who talked all the time.
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Cesar greeted the president, as a band played the national hymn, and everyone remained
quiet. The president shook Cesar’s hands when the music stopped.
The president led them to a table, where his men brought some papers and other things,
ready to do business.
At first they saw the tanks driving slowly towards the ramp by the railings. Then the men
pushed the boxes of armaments and machine guns along the deck, as they held their breath at
“The American government knows how to choose their armament,” Homer said.
Moving around the tanks, the president patted their sides looking for any imperfections, as
his men waited. Then he examined the trucks and the small planes.
“Atenagoras,” he called.
A small man wearing sailor clothes and a red hat appeared by his side. Looking at Homer,
Atenagoras disappeared through a door while the sailors brought more ammunition to the
top deck and the president examined them. He smelled them, trying to detect any bad odours
kin the explosives, waiting to kill all his enemies in the Caribbean.
Homer didn’t know the pain of losing and island. He thought they were worth money or the
man wouldn’t be so sad. The sailors put the tanks in a line ready to shoot the enemy, showing
the power of Salvacion amidst the Caribbean Sea, as Atenagoras appeared with the cheque
book.
The president hesitated before writing down such a large sum but he thought his country
Homer nodded. His arms would help Salvacion recover some of its missing land.
Atenagoras helped Cesar to take down more boxes of ammunition to the waiting trucks.
Homer invited the man for a drink in the bar of the ship full of candles and candelabras. A
They discussed the world war in Europe while sipping their champagne as Hitler was a
“The arms have been taken down the ramp, Excellency,” Atenagoras interrupted.
They toasted to the armaments the president owned to punish his neighbours. A few
senoritas had joined them as music drifted through the air, and the president talked of his
country.
The president talked as the sailors brought more wine and flirted with the young women.
The band played a salsa while everyone danced and a pretty girl stood by their side, her black
hair falling on her shoulders like a curtain. She smiled looking at Homer through long lashes
Sitting by his side, she pushed up her crown before it fell on the floor. It had to be hard to
be a queen. She had black hair, wide hips and a nice figure under her gown.
Leading her along the floor, Homer looked into her eyes, getting lost in her perfume bought
in a cheap market, as Homer remembered that night in the jungle he had lost Kam forever.
He led her to his cabin where they made love until dawn brought light to the world. Homer
never saw her again. She vanished from his life just as all the other women he had known, but
The president saw them off, while the band played a ranchera. The Odysseus had left its
precious cargo in the Caribbean as the storm went on in rest of the world.
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After leaving Salvacion, the ship sailed through the Caribbean Sea with a few tanks and
armament left in the cargo. Atenagoras knew of someone else in need of bombs and other
weapons of mass destruction somewhere in the world. Holding the railings, Homer tried to
keep his balance, as waves of nausea assaulting his senses. He had to rest before doing more
Cesar followed him to his cabin, beneath the deck and with a view of the sea. After taking
his shirt off, Homer lay down in his bunk, shutting his eyes to the world. As Cesar brought him
another alka seltzer, the cool liquid purified his insides of all the bad things he must have
He covered himself with the blankets, trying to forget his suffering, when he needed to
conquer the world. Then he remembered the tablets for the insomnia, Miguel had packed in his
suitcase to fight the night terrors and relieve the seasickness. Sitting in his bed, Homer fetched
his bag from the chair by the bedside table, sending a few things on to the floor.
As Cesar brought him a glass of water from the jar on the table, Homer had his medicine.
Homer imagined those times, when they didn’t have a cooling box to keep the food fresh,
while people died in the sea. Then he thought Cesar must have arranged the whole thing before
their journey.
Cesar shook his head. “He must have hidden it very well.”
Homer thought of the pirates wondering what must have happened to their gold during the
last days of his life. It had to be terrible. He felt asleep, wondering about his purpose in life in
Floating through the ether, he went back to El Baratillo, where Maria welcomed him
wearing the same dressing gown she had the night of his wedding to himself. Thanks to the
tablets he had taken, Homer spent the next few days in a comatose state, dreaming of treasure
On opening his eyes, Homer found himself in the cabin with a view of the sea. He felt
Homer heard the sound of music coming out of the loudspeakers. The crew must have
organised a party to enliven their journey through the ocean. Shuffling a pack of card he had in
“Thank you.”
Cesar expected him to play in spite of his illness, while talking nonstop about silly things.
The sky would darken, as the sound of the thunder echoed in the last days of humankind
because it had been written somewhere. Wondering about his words, Homer thought the man
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had to be crazy or deluded. He must have invented the whole story to entertain him during his
time in hell, when Homer wanted to go back to sleep and forget his seasickness.
“The men wonder why we are still in the Caribbean,” Cesar said.
“Well done.”
Checking some of the papers on the bedside table, Homer saw the last telegrams the ship
had received. A few countries had paid him lots of money in the name of peace. He read all
the offers of dollars coming from all over the world to help with the war effort. Asuncion
needed his arms to punish its enemies, even if it wouldn’t defeat Hitler’s plans of expansion
throughout Europe.
Homer’s death
They arrived at a bigger and more powerful South American country a few days later, when
“I can bring you more arms if you want, Excellency,” Homer said.
A few people danced as the orchestra played a ranchera and the president talked about the
security of the country amidst his enemies. Their borders had been under attack for some time,
even though, they had never done anything bad to anyone in the world. The president opened
more bottles of wine and the sailors danced with the girls, chanting bad things against
Salvacion.
The president talked of his plans to take the island of Salvacion off the map. He had to end
with the bad countries in the region, bringing them closer to a revolution in the area.
The sailors danced with the girls smelling of aguardiente and rum, while the president went
The president wrote down in his diary everything he wanted Homer to bring, as one of the
girls sat on his lap, looking at him through long lashes. She had to be the president’s friends
because she kept on calling him darling, while caressing Homer’s face.
“I see.”
Holding her hands, Homer tasted the goodness of the Caribbean in her mouth, while he
“I don’t know.”
“Why?”
Homer saw her eyes widening after his revelation, but he had to tell her the truth about his
life, while thinking of his money. He had promised love to himself amidst the boxes of coca in
Sitting on his lap, she drank aguardiente like a sailor and hiccupped like a madwoman.
Then he led her to his room, where they made love for some time.
The festivities went on until the next morning, when the president and his entourage left the
ship. One of Homer’s boats sailing towards the Mediterranean Sea with a few old tanks had
sunk and the sailors died. Atenagoras gave him the bad news early next day. As Homer sat on
“Send a message to New York,” he said. “Tell them I was in another ship.”
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Homer had changed ships once they had left port. Atenagoras called all the sailors to the
“I’m dead for now but medical science can perform miracles.”
The men were quiet as Homer packed his suitcases and Atenagoras put a few sandwiches in
a bag.
“I’m leaving you in charge of the ship,” he said. “Take some of my bags back to New
York.”
Looking at his image in the mirror, Homer saw a tired man without much hair. He had to be
“Thank you.”
They went to the prow, where a boat waited to be lowered to the sea. Homer had to get lost
in the Caribbean Sea while the news of his death went around the world. Homer’s friends in
New York couldn’t believe it, while they prayed for his soul in Colombia. He was a hero, and
as the night neared its end his name was in everybody’s lips.
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The adventure
The boat took him to a small island off the Nicaraguan coast full of palm trees. Homer spent
the next day thinking how to come back to life from the depths of the Mediterranean Sea.
Wearing a false nose and a moustache he went to the nearest shop to buy a newspaper and read
the bad news. The doomed ship had sunk and no one had survived the tragedy. After a quick
breakfast in the hotel cafeteria, Homer took a taxi to the nearest airport.
“I want to hire a plane,” he said to the young girl reading a magazine behind a sign that said:
administrator.
She looked at him, before putting the magazine down on the table. Hiring a plane had to
cost a lot of money and Homer didn’t look like a rich man. He waited as she called through the
microphone.
A middle-aged man with a large stomach and without much hair appeared a few moments
later.
“They’re having a war there,” the man said. “Someone might shoot us down.”
“I want a small boat with food for a few days,” he said. “Then you’ll contact a ship to
The disappeared inside his office for a few moments while the girl and Homer looked at
each other.
Homer thought of his plan while he waited by the counter and then the man appeared again.
“I’ll take you to the Balearic Islands,” he said. “Someone will leave you in the
Mediterranean Sea.”
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Homer had not eaten anything but the man wanted to leave now.
He led Homer towards the rear of the building and by the hangar. As he stepped inside a
small plane, he noticed the two seats at the front with space for the equipment at the back.
Then the man started the engine as Homer fastened the seat belt. He dozed as they flew high
over the sea and opened his eyes later while clouds floated on the abyss. The pilot opened tins
Homer didn’t want to be inside the plane for another day and went to sleep after drinking an
aguardiente. He woke up later, as big waves battered a deserted beach outside the plane
The pilot thought rich people were strange. Bright sunshine hit Homer’s face as they went
down the steps to the tarmac. The airport had been built by the beach and the sea roared a few
metres away in a beautiful world. Homer revised his plans in the cafeteria, as he had to
convince the world he had survived the tragedy. Everything had been arranged for him to
They discussed all the steps his rescuers had to follow to get him out of the sea. Homer had
He led Homer to his hotel room, where he saw the sea stretching up to the horizon. The
Homer had to keep the secret of his death until the moment the world heard the news of his
rescue. The pilot promised to come early the next day, before leaving the room and Homer
heard planes roaring in the sky while he slept that night. Perhaps the enemy had confused the
Atlantic Ocean for the English Channel or the Adriatic Sea. He awoke as the pilot brought him
his breakfast.
Homer ate his toast while the man switched the radio on and the operator talked about the
war. Hitler’s army had moved throughout most of Europe as the Japanese conquered parts of
Asia.
They took a taxi back to the airport where the plane waited under the hot sun. They flew
over a blue sea full of mysteries but Homer slept for most of the journey after he had drank a
few aguardientes. He awoke as a Spanish radio presenter spoke of General Franco and Homer
thought he must be very important person. He was a fascist who had kept Spain free from the
war. Homer saw small waves shining under the sun outside the plane window and imagined
himself all alone in a small boat amidst the sea and with the sharks.
After arriving at Ibiza, the pilot drove Homer along the beach full of sunbathers to the port
where a ship floated in the blue sea. Then a man with a round face and dark glasses appeared
by their side.
They had lunch inside the ship as the Intermediary told them of the Germans in France and
Italy, but they had left Spain alone under Franco’s rule. He had had many adventures running
away from the Nazis in the south of France where he had spied for the allies.
Homer sipped his coffee thinking of the Germans taking over the world and getting his
money. The pilot had to go back to the airport to take a few people to the Canary Islands far
The Intermediary explained what they would do during the next few days, when Homer had
“We’ll leave you a few miles away from the coast,” he said.
Homer didn’t like to be alone in the sea. What about if a German submarine found him?
He gave Homer a few flares with the rest of his things. He had tins of coke, bars of
chocolate, caviar, biscuits and bottled water. Homer was scared as the man left him in a boat,
but the thought of being a hero helped him to overcome his fear.
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Shipwreck
Homer spent the first day reading the Financial Times under an umbrella the Intermediary
had given him, as the seagulls looked for food and the waves moved the boat up and down.
The fighting in Europe had destabilised the world economy, sending waves of fear in the
financial markets.
As he floated in his boat, Homer thought of the arms he would sell to South American
countries, and while waiting for his rescuers to come, he did a few tricks with some cards he
had brought in his journey of discovery. He had to enjoy life amidst the waves of the sea. On
opening a tin of sardines, he watered it down with some coca- cola he had in his bag, before
resting. A few hours later, he had drunk a few more coca colas, pondering what to say to the
press in his moment of glory. The bomb had killed everyone else in the ship but God must
He waited for the rescuers to take him back, while pouring more scotch in his glass. On
looking at an atlas of the world he had brought to his adventure, he saw the Mediterranean Sea
bordered by many countries. Someone had to find him before night came with all the horrors
of the sea. Home wondered what had happened to his contacts, as lightning flashed in the sky
and thunder roared around him. The umbrella kept him dry but some of his food was spoiled
every time a wave came towards his boat. Night had come to this world of pain, while he
waited for his rescuers to arrive within the next few hours.
After sending a few flares up the sky, Homer spent most of the night throwing water out of
the boat with a bucket he had found under his seat. He fell asleep with his head on the bucket
The roar of the sea interrupted his dream, bringing him back to reality in a new day full of
hope, while the fish feasted in the soggy food he had dumped over the sea. Scanning the
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horizon with his binoculars, Homer expected to see a ship in the glare of the sun. The waves
Then he noticed a man dressed in an odd costume, walking on the waves. He smiled at him,
stopping a few feet away from the boat. He looked like Jesus Christ in one of those paintings
mother used to hang on the wall. On shutting his eyes, Homer hoped the apparition had gone
away when he looked again, the silence bringing him back to reality. He took another sip from
his water bottle, while soggy bread calmed his hunger in his new reality, where monsters
conspired against him. His provisions had nearly finished that afternoon, when his lips burned
under the sun, and as he took a sip of sea water, he wanted to throw up the contents of his
stomach over the ocean. Then the sea turned into a skating ring, where Jesus Christ danced
with Maria Magdalene and the Virgin with Saint Joseph. As Homer sang the songs his mother
had taught him during his childhood, rain fell on the world, the waves fighting with each other
to get custody of his body. The other Homer had to be looking at him from Olympus instead of
Night came again, the sea a black hole from another place far from reality, full of death and
desperation for a lost soul. Getting ready to spend another night in hell, Homer ignored the
lights shining around him, mirages of another world he didn’t understand amidst the darkness
of hell. By the time morning came, he rested with his head on the bucket, the waves moving
He spent the entire day eating the remains of food in his bag, where it had escaped the rain.
On dozing under the umbrella, he saw his parents swimming towards him, followed by Cesar,
Miguel and the intermediary. Homer scanned the horizon, hoping to find the land, even if it
had been invaded by the Germans, as lightning exploded around the boat. Another storm
threatened to throw his soul into confusion in the sea. Lying down on the bucket, Homer
imagined ghosts from another age looking at him through the fog, vanquishing his hunger
forever.
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On travelling through the mist, he saw his body from the air, waiting for the rescuers to
come for him. Big waves lifted the boat towards the heavens, before falling down in the abyss
of horrors. He floated in the breeze taking him towards a land full of trees in the horizon,
where the storm had not reached yet. It had to be a country free from the marauding enemy
forces finishing with Europe. On opening his eyes, he saw the blue sky beyond the umbrella he
had left by his side, the birds looking at him from the waves rising to infinity. He counted the
birds flying in the sky and the number of waves hitting the sides of the boat to pass the time.
Then he had forgotten all about food and water existing somewhere else he couldn’t reach.
Night came to the world once more, the waves turning into mountains, as his mouth hurt and
his muscles refused to move. He should have stayed in Uncle’s Hugh’s house in New York,
but then the tree of life appeared by his side, its branches reaching for the heavens.
Homer saw his backyard amidst the waves, as Kam appeared by his side. She had to be a
“The sea?”
Filling a glass with water from the waves, she offered it to Homer, who turned his face
away.”
“You won’t.”
Homer didn’t know how a dream could solve his thirst, and he hated the taste of sea water.
Tired of talking to invisible people, he wished everything to be better, but a shadow waited
Kam gestured to the distance, where the clouds hang in the sky. Then the shadows moved
towards his boat, yearning for his body lost in the sea....
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Rescue
A man appeared by his side, and Homer told the hallucination to go away.
While Homer kicked and punched, he transferred him to a boat where other people waited.
As the Intermediary injected something in his arm, Homer slipped into unconsciousness,
shadows swallowing his mind forever. Waking up later, he found himself in a cabin with metal
Homer had difficulty swallowing the medicine the man put in his mouth or the sea water
must have damaged his throat. He had nearly died in that sea full of waves.
The Intermediary had abandoned him for three days in the sea. He didn’t know anything.
Homer wanted to say many things but no sounds came out of his mouth. He needed his
speech to sell his merchandise, and hated the Intermediary. People came to see him, their faces
looking worried, but then a girl sat by his bed. With big brown eyes and a short skirt, she held
his hand whilst muttering words of encouragement. She had to be a princess, coming out of the
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m a journalist.”
She had to be wrong, but he wanted to rescue her from sea dragons and monsters. Fifi
didn’t say much. She smiled at Homer every time he looked at her.
Homer’s health improved under Fifi’s care, and as he sat at the table to have his lunch, she
“Everyone?”
The three days lost at sea had confused Homer’s mind, as he remembered the tragedy where
his men had died at the mercy of the bombs. Tears streaming his face, he thought of a cruel
As she passed him a box of tissues, he cried even more. Not understanding the God who
had spared his life for nothing, he cried on Fifi’s lap as she stroked his hair.
“We ran towards the deck, as the fire spread down below.”
“Why didn’t they lower the boats to the sea?” she asked.
Kissing her hands, he looked into her dark eyes full of the joys of life.
He wanted to feel her soft body but she kept on writing. Feeling that urge to consummate
his love, he caressed her back while the rays of the sun fought with each other to reach her
heart.
Homer wanted to spend some more time with the young woman captivating his heart. Fifi
helped him to go to the window, where the sea went all the way to the horizon full of clouds.
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He cried in Fifi’s arms, feeling the magic of the woman who had brought him back to life.
As the waves roared outside the window, they made love in his room by the deck. He couldn’t
remember where he had seen her in the past but perhaps it had been in his dreams.
It had been an exciting day in Homer’s life, when he thought he had died, but then the
Intermediary had appeared along with Fifi. He didn’t know what would happen in a world
hungry for the story of the man lost in the sea. The Intermediary appeared in the room.
Moving towards the door, he paused in front of the mirror with a few heart drawn with a
lipstick.
“You were dying this morning,” he said. “Can you give tell me the medical cure?”
After the man left, Fifi applied her lipstick in front of the mirror, and Homer found the
clothes the Intermediary had left on the desk. She had to look nice if something else happened.
Sitting on the bed, Homer thought of all the things that had happened since he had flown to the
Mediterranean Sea a few days before. Feeling faint, he lay back on the bed, while she brushed
her hair.
“I have been to the jungle, where I found some manuscripts after escaping from a hut.”
“I know,” he said.
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They heard a noise as the light went off, leaving them in darkness. Holding hands, they
waited for something else to happen on Homer’s most important day of his life.
New York
Homer’s strength returned under Fifi’s love. She helped him to recover from his ordeal as
they talked beside the sea where he had suffered so much. Leaving Homer alone with Fifi, the
Intermediary hoped the woman might bring him back to reality. They spent sunny days by the
“I see.”
Resting on her shoulders, he told her about all the times he had seen his friend amidst the
“I think so.”
Homer drew Jose’s face with his freckles and curly fair in a piece of paper she gave him.
He could never forget his friend with his invisibility gown and strange appearance. He must
have been his friend for eternity, before his mother had conceived him in that other country he
couldn’t remember.
“I don’t understand.”
Looking at the sea, Homer imagined when he might see his friend again in his universe of
pain and money. Holding her hands, he kissed her by the rails, tasting her lips full of the
flavour of the sea. Homer wanted to love her forever or until his life ended in a rain of colours
They saw the statue of liberty appearing in the horizon, its arm rising in the sky, bringing
hope to the man who had nearly died under the German bombs. The Intermediary had cabled
the authorities of Homer’s return and cameras flashed as he went down the steps followed by
Fifi and the crew as journalists surrounded him. They wanted to be the first ones to hear what
Homer had to say. He spoke of his suffering when his ship had sunk in the depths of the sea, as
“I wanted to drown with my sailors but the life jacket wouldn’t go away.”
Homer didn’t feel well and they had to help him to a limousine, where Uncle Hugh waited.
Confetti showered on them from the tall buildings while the car drove through the streets and
up to the hotel. As Homer hurried upstairs followed by his friends, he saw journalists waiting
in the lobby. Uncle Hugh ordered a bottle of champagne to toast to Homer’s luck. He was the
most famous person in the world at that moment, when the enemy had to be defeated.
As Homer sipped his champagne he told them a tale of blood, tears and sorrow. Everything
had been terrible since the ship had claimed his friend’s lives, and Homer cried in Fifi’s arms.
They made love in the darkness of the room, while the clock on the bedside table ticked and
the cars hooted outside. The rays of the sun sneaked through the curtains as he awoke next
morning. Fifi had to be that sweet girl he had seen while he slept on his boxes in El Baratillo.
She offered her lips and her body to satisfy his passion. They rested in bed as his face
appeared in the newspapers of the world. Homer defies the sea, said in the New York Times.
The battles fought in Asia and Europe were nothing in comparison to our hero’s adventures.
Most people on earth learned of Homer’s daring moment, when he had challenged the elements
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to make his way into the hall of history. Hitler and Churchill lost all of their glory while
Homer’s star rose in the world. Fifi wrote a chronicle called: Alone between the sky and the
sea. It won the first prize in international journalism and the peace prize.
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Fifi in love
The journalist article of the writer Fifi was translated to all the languages and dialects of the
world. After giving a good account of Homer’s suffering in the hands of the sea and aboard the
boat of death, she spent many nights in Homer’s hotel room, where they made love until the
He had found his perfect love in New York and outside the kingdom of his fantasies, while
Frolicking in bed, and spending most of their days in a cloud of ecstasy. They toasted to their
affair in a bar at the top floor of the Empire State building, feeling far from their problems.
They saw the city at their feet in the glass window and after drinking their espresso. Tiny
people moved through the streets, as drops of rain made the glass wet in the tallest building he
had ever seen. Homer held her hands, sharing the beauty of the world with the woman he loved
in his new life of fame and fortune. He had never felt like this even if he Lola had been his
“I see.”
Fifi listened to his confession of passion in another place, where he had loved her as the sun
tried to emerge behind the mist of a hut. One day when he had tried to escape from the tribe,
They had been together when the world had crumbled around their fee in his nightmares.
The sun shone outside the window as they kissed amongst the crowd of people looking at the
“I love you.”
He shut his eyes, imagining a world where they loved each other all day long but she
brought him back to reality with her kisses. On looking at the cars driving through the streets,
he wanted to be the owner of a city full of money. The clouds in the horizon were a gateway to
distant lands where the sun never set and submarines wandered the seas up to the end of time.
Lola had been an infatuation brought on by his youth, while Kam remained amidst the
Homer looked at the buildings in silence, thinking of his life since his birth under the dark
sun.
Hugging her in the empire of the clouds, he had to tell her about his life before the bombs of
the enemies and the sharks of the sea send him towards money and fame.
He found a document inside his bag, confirming his marriage to himself in El Baratillo. Fifi
“First you met me in the jungle and then you married yourself.”
Homer remembered that day when his sailors had brought salted fish and he had kissed
himself, as the birds flew outside the window. It had been the start of a new life when he had
“We had a party afterwards,” he said. “Amelia played with her dolls.”
“Amelia?”
Homer told her of that other life he had led long ago, before he had his money. He
remembered playing with his cars in the backyard, when his invisible friend had intruded in his
life and Uncle Hugh had visited from for the first time in his life.
“Died?”
“I’m sorry.”
Fifi’s eyes widened as Homer seemed to finish with everything he touched. Death had
chased him for most of his life, when everything had ended in disaster. Homer had to find
some explanation to his bad luck chasing him everywhere he went on earth.
Looking in his bag, he showed her a picture of the sun corona he kept as a remembrance of
his birth. The flames of the sun stretched into outer space engulfing the earth in a vision of hell
Dark clouds gathered outside the building, a storm threatening to mar their day above the
city. Homer imagined the birds looking for a shelter amongst the tall buildings in the city,
instead of taking the lifts like human beings did. Then he looked down at the small cars
cruising forever in the streets full of life but the storm threatened them in the kingdom of the
Lighting exploded around the building while they made their way to the lifts. Homer had
brought the dark sun into their lives as he thought of the huts in the jungle, where Kam hid from
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The meeting
Fifi took him to the metro that afternoon amidst crowds of people doing their shopping or
going to work, as the train moved through the streets, buildings filed by their windows in their
journey towards infinity. They got off the carriage in a station with graffiti on the walls and
Homer didn’t care where Maria lived so long as she gave him money. They received him
Filing by his side, they all welcomed him, as a woman kissed his lips, and everyone wanted
Then Uncle Hugh appeared at the door. Looking tall and gaunt, the man had aged since the
last time Homer had seen him. It had to be all that worrying about his country in Hitler’s
Sitting at the table, Homer sipped his drink. As Incense sent its fumes around the room full
of people, he wanted to go back to the hotel at the other side of the city, where no one would
Holding a pen, Homer signed their diaries and notebooks. He never believed he would be a
hero, worshipped by many people for defying Hitler’s ideas of conquering the world. Looking
at the line of people waiting for his signature, Homer felt the most important person in the city.
A woman slipped a note of love in his hand, full of lipstick: I love you, it said in big letters.
They talked about Homer’s adventures in the sea and how he had defied nature. No one
understood why he had not died after the ship had capsized. God must have helped him for
some reason.
He thought he had seen the sailors’ bodies consumed by the flames amidst scenes of panic
and desperation aboard his ship. Homer stopped his narrative to cry on Fifi’s arms, tears of
Homer dreaded people talking about that childhood mystery, when he had opened his eyes
amidst the retreating shadows. It had been nothing important in spite all the problems he had
Some of the people knelt in from of Homer asking for his blessing, as the saint man of their
community on earth. God would give them power through his son, who had offered his life for
his country.
“We want to have Homer’s picture in the altar,” Maria gestured to a place in the room full of
candles.
Homer heard of their plans to have his picture amidst the flowers they bought in the market,
a small price for the best man in the city. They ate chicken, rice and beans while Homer
thought of his birth in the dawn of time. Then they toasted to the liberation of their country
Maria went around the room collecting money for the man born in the darkness, while the
people wanted to thank their hero. Homer saw a few of them signing checks to help with his
labour of love amidst mankind’s children. It had been a good evening full of laughter and
They dropped more money inside the basket, hoping that God get them to the kingdom of
heaven. Then Homer thought of the heads he had sent to New York after the Indians had died,
and Uncle Hugh had sold them somewhere in the city. He had done nothing wrong to anyone
in the world.
“We have raised a million pesos for Homer’s projects,” Maria interrupted his reverie.
The bad omen had gone, but Homer still feared some kind of punishment for his actions, as
“I will.”
“The president of the United States wants to give you a medal,” she told Homer.
They went back to his hotel after Homer had made lots of money in the name of freedom. It
“That was Uncle Hugh,” Fifi said. “The press is waiting in the hotel lobby.”
Homer got ready while she brushed her hair and wore her best dress for his moment of
glory. He was a hero and the world wanted him. They stood in front of the mirror hand in
hand, admiring their reflection amidst the drawings someone had stuck to the glass. Then she
straightened her dress and pushed her hair out of her face. They had to look glamorous to face
the world.
As they entered the lobby holding hands, the photographers struggled to take pictures of the
couple. Fifi looked radiant while they posed in front of the crowd, eager to interview them for
the papers. Passing his arms around Fifi’s shoulders, Homer tried to look cool for the press,
They had installed a microphone for everyone to hear Homer’s words, while taking pictures
from all the angles for the world to see their hero.
As he posed for a few more pictures, Homer imagined the newspaper headlines the next day
talking about his love for the woman who had saved his life. He had to kiss Fifi for the world
“What monsters?”
Homer didn’t answer. Holding Fifi’s hand, he led her up the stairs, leaving the press
confused. Holding Fifi’s hand, he led her up the stairs, leaving the press confused by his actions
and his fear. It had to be all the trauma of his adventure. Fifi found him on the bed with a
pillow over his face. Tears ran down his face as he remembered those terrible moments of
Homer talked of that moment when he thought death had taken his crew away. Hiding his
head in her chest, he smelt her scent, her teats trembling under his chin.
Homer had to be strong to face a world clamouring for him, the fireworks interrupting the
darkness of the sky. They had to be celebrating his return from the sea downstairs or the war
had ended.
Stroking his hair, she protected him against the world. They talked of the first time she had
seen him after the Intermediary had injected the tranquiliser in his arm.
“I had to do my job.”
They made love under the sheets, as she helped him conquer the shadows of his soul. He
wanted to do so many things before joining his parents in their graves at the end time but he
had to remember something as Kam had said in the sea. It could have been his childhood or the
Bringing a few papers, she sat by his side, her breasts inviting him for some pleasure in the
bed. He kissed her skin, smelling of perfume and talc while thunder echoed around them.
Another business
Holding a pen, Homer wrote a few words but it wasn’t enough. He had to write a proper
sentence with verbs and all. Homer loves money, he wrote in his best handwriting.
Homer could write a page about boats by the end of the first lesson. He wrote his name and
part of his early life in the next few pages of the notebook.
Fifi taught him to understand the world, when New York awakened to the joys of spring and
love. Holding the pen, Homer practiced writing everything he had done since coming back
from the sea a few weeks before, when his life had changed beyond all his dreams. He had
written a few pages about his parents working in the shop and Uncle Hugh visiting them all
“I can’t.”
Putting his pens aside, he climbed on her body, before she could protest.
Thrusting into her, he forgot all his problems, his sperm running through her fallopian tubes
in their race to heaven. Lying by her side afterwards, he thought of the lessons she had taught
Homer wrote in his diary that day. He was an example perseverance and application, even if
he didn’t have Jaramillo or Father Ricardo to attract people to his long distance school. He had
written a few pages of his life before his fourth lesson and Fifi congratulated him.
“Thanks.”
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Homer imagined future generations reading about his exploits, as they had breakfast
amongst the papers she had prepared for the lessons. Then he had another idea.
“I don’t understand.”
“You could write the courses,” he said. “Every person has to pay one thousand dollars for
the classes.”
Homer wrote down the price their pupils might have to pay to learn to read and write
properly. The first lesson would cost one hundred dollars but everyone would want to learn
“Why?”
Fifi made a list of all the places they had to phone and the letters she would have to write
advertising Homer’s school. They had to think of seven reasons why people had to learn to
Fifi wrote the plans for the school she would have by mail, where her pupils would finish
Eduardo
Fifi typed for most of that night as he prepared many cups of tea. She started with the basic
words of the language and went on to teach the grammar, and the rays of the sun came through
the curtains when she went to sleep next morning. She awoke as Homer ordered food from
Having asked for some time off in her journalist job to help Homer with his scheme, Fifi had
breakfast in bed, as he went through all the steps for his new enterprise.
Homer’s bank account had grown a lot during the last few years, giving him lots of
satisfaction.
“Yes, I do.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
Wondering about that sentence, she had a shower, and they made love for a last time under
the warm water of Eden. As she stepped through the room wrapped in a towel, she saw a letter
on the floor. It had a pretty stamp with the picture of a soldier saluting a flag. Eduardo Gomez
Ayala had heard about the course through the Mexican embassy. He wanted to learn to read
and write in Spanish properly. Fifi replied to his letter and Homer ordered champagne to
celebrate the success of his initiative. They had their first customer.
Fifi wrote down the date of the appointment in her diary, as Homer massaged her back. He
Fifi prepared her first class after they had their lunch and while he looked at his reflection in
the mirror, because he loved himself more than anything else on earth. She found her best
frock in the wardrobe and styled her black hair, as he poured champagne in her glass.
She left the mark of her lipstick over the rim of her glass. Narcissus would never notice how
she looked so long as he had himself. She kissed him, before leaving the room to meet with a
She thought about her life as she rushed to meet her first in a cafeteria by a launderette and a
pawn shop. Eduardo Gomes Ayala was a little man who had a big moustache and an even
bigger smile.
He shook her hand while she muttered an apology for being a few minutes late.
Eduardo read the letter about the course Fifi had prepared the night before, amongst the
encyclopaedias Homer had bought for their project, but then she felt his eyes searching her
heart. She smiled and fiddled with her gloves as he followed the contours of her body under
her new frock. Fifi didn’t like this man who studied her every move with dark eyes.
Fifi knew that her picture had been in all the papers as he looked at the leaflets. He made
A long silence followed his last words where he tried to read her soul, and she sipped her
coffee wondering why she had gone there in the first place. Then she heard his life story after
he had ordered some more coffee. Born into a middleclass family, he had not finished school
Eduardo had enrolled in the army. His father thought the discipline might reform his son’s
mind. That’s how he had started his career in another country where he hoped to attain the
“I can’t say.”
They talked amidst the aroma of coffee and the noise of the other customers. She learned of
his duties in the army and how he wanted to be a famous man one day. He wanted to finish
with unemployment and raise the value of the peso. A Gran Colombia, just as Simon Bolivar
“That’s why you want to do the correspondence course, I suppose,” she said.
No one had ever bought expensive courses just to meet her. Narcissist Homer would never
He talked about his army training near New York, where he had learned how to attack the
guerrilla in the mountains. Nobody would dare to bother him as the new ruler of the country.
Fifi felt attracted to the man, even if he intended to attack a country. They drank their coffee
amidst the noise of the customers and the smell of fried eggs and bacon.
Fifi nodded, while thinking of annihilation after the countdown had started in the last
minutes of a nation. He had something planned for the end of a government in the mist of time.
Then he kissed her hands smelling of coffee, making her hairs stand on end.
The man knew how to conquer someone like her with his charms and easy talk. As he read
the papers while sipping his drink, she looked at his watch.
“He’s a bastard.”
“You’ll see.”
Fifi put the papers in her bag as he paid for the coffees. She didn’t know what to think of
“I don’t know.”
Fifi found Homer sitting at the table, wearing a dressing gown and checking the first lesson
Fifi thought of Eduardo while typing the first lesson. Homer treated her as his secretary and
they seldom slept together, but the business grew. She organised his money while girls ran
Homer didn’t want a woman disrupting his plans, even if she had helped him with his life.
She wiped her tears, listening t his plans of conquering the world. He would talk of his life
“I know.”
A new life
Homer travelled to Washington, where he received a medal from the United States congress
in a sober ceremony attended by the heads of many democratic countries, three hundred
thousand soldiers, nine hundred thousand students and a lot of veterans of the world wars.
Stalin declared him leader of the Soviet workers and General De Gaulle kissed him repeatedly
in the cheeks. Bigger ships sailed under his flag as he sold arms to poor countries in Latin
America.
Uncle Hugh had gone back to Colombia some time ago and Homer hid in his house in the
outskirts of the city. His bedroom had a beautiful view of the city centre with its tall buildings
in the commercial zone. That’s called progress, Homer thought as he recalled the death of his
parents before he started earning his money. He planned to take the Indian manuscripts and the
Homer imagined his name in glowing lights in a cinema, when the actor would go through
his painful years of hunger and distress, as he thought of future generations deciphering his
letters. He turned some of his experiences in his life into plays for the world to find out about
his growing pains. Fifi wrote a letter of several pages, telling him about his correspondence
courses. The end of the war had brought prosperity to the United States, and she had bought a
nice flat in Manhattan where she hoped to entertain him one day.
Wearing colourful shirts, Homer wandered the streets and no one recognised the millionaire
hiding away from the world. As Uncle Hugh went away for a few days, Homer remained in the
house, writing about his life. He remembered Maria, Lola, little Amelia and even the widows
drowning in the river after the rains, while drinking many cups of tea. Then he looked at the
manuscripts hidden in his suitcase and full of memories of Kam. The first sentence seemed
strange with those letters full of dots but then he seemed to understand the complexities of the
language Kam had spoken, in a world of shadows. The key to everything was in the first page
amidst the squiggles of the writing, and the words that didn’t mean anything. Homer had
grown a beard and his hair looked greasy by the time his uncle came back a few days later.
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The word yacht brought Homer back to reality. A bunch of papers had sent him to a realm
of fantasy inhabited by ghosts. Uncle Hugh had a look at the papers with the suns and other
things.
The feeling of doom stayed with Homer as he put the manuscripts in his bag. He could lose
his mind but he had to remember something. Uncle Hugh offered him a glass of wine.
The manuscripts rested in his bag as he watched television with Uncle Hugh that night.
They sent him into a realm of ghosts and madness, amidst lights in the sky and people
screaming in fear. Homer had to get rid of them before he lost his mind. He didn’t know
whether the manuscripts had been telling the truth or if they wanted to scare him out his mind
like everyone thought. He dreamed of the jungle and its mysteries that evening.
Homer had breakfast early next day, wondering about the manuscripts. As he looked for the
address of the Museum of Amerindian Culture in the telephone book, he found the place in a
middle class district in the north of the city. Homer had been there before he had travelled
After putting the map away, he brushed his teeth and had a shower. He thought of Fifi
working in the correspondence course in New York. He had loved her once, when his mind
Putting the manuscripts in his bag, Homer followed his uncle to a red car parked by the
corner. They went past the commercial part of the city full of shoppers looking for bargains,
and stopped in front of a tall building with glass doors. The porter sent him to the first floor,
where Homer looked for an office. As he entered a room with white walls, he found a fat man
He gestured to the picture of a yacht with several floors, swimming pools, restaurants and
saunas. Homer read all about the vessel, before seeing some more pictures of the cabins and
“You’re right, Mr. Homer,” he said. “It costs two million pesos.”
Homer had enough money to buy the yacht plus a helicopter to bring his guests from the
continent. He wrote a cheque for the amount the man had said, a bit of paper, buying his
happiness.
Homer would have to go to the Caribbean coast with its sandy beaches and tourists to get the
treasure he had just bought. He only wanted one for the moment.
“I hope you have a nice time in your floating paradise, Mr. Homer.”
After leaving the shop with the keys for his new possession, Homer found the address of the
museum on the other side of the city. As he moved down the road, he remembered doing his
mother’s shopping in that area a long time ago. He saw ugly buildings instead of the shops he
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had known, and then he found El Baratillo. It had been transformed into a big shop. He took
the lift up to the top floor, where they sold ladies’ underwear.
He wanted to complain to the local authorities, whilst looking at the bras and pants in the
lingerie department. Nothing remained of his old shop but he found the cellar behind the
“I used to live here,” he explained to the employee who came to see what he wanted.
His spirit had to be wandering around the tree and scaring the thieves who ventured into the
place. Homer moved down the street towards Miguel’s house on the other side of the market.
He put money every month in Amelia’s account but had lost touch with the family. An old
“They moved to another part of the city after their daughter joined the army,” she said.
He gave her Uncle Hugh’s address, missing Amelia’s laughter and wondering if Maria had
Wandering through the streets amidst the shoppers, he reached the cemetery, where he found
his parent’s graves behind a row of stones and crosses. No one had remembered his parent’s
tombs, as they lay in ruins, the moss conquering the plates with their names. Mother would
have complained about the path with bits of rubbish everywhere. Homer wanted to restore the
Many things had happened in his life ever since he had helped in their shop, fate had led him
towards a brighter future full of the lights of Broadway and money. Homer had amassed his
fortune by exploiting human ingenuity. Wandering if Jose had been real or a product of his
imagination, Homer barked and some people turned to look at him in the street.
The sound of a bird singing disturbed his world of remembrance and tears. He left the
cemetery through the narrow path and went back to the noise of the traffic. This was a country
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in conflict, where poor people lived just a few metres away from the rich and powerful. Homer
remembered the widows he had tried to help but the rains had spoiled his good work. He was
Apostle Homer, the helper of the poor and oppressed. Tall buildings stood at either side of the
road like silent sentinels while traffic went past him and students protested in a corner. They
had placards accusing the government of injustice. People are lazy, Homer thought.
As he waited for a taxi, the students shouted at the police and a mob came towards him
holding anti-government placards. Homer ran for cover behind a car, projectiles flying in the
air as the vehicle went on fire. Someone led him to the safety of a shop by the square.
“You must be careful, comrade,” A young man dressed in a colourful shirt said.
He spoke of revolution. The country needed another leader to lead it through the right path
The day had turned sour, and dark clouds interrupted the light of the sun. The
demonstration had ended as they waited for the rain to stop, before the worst storm in human
history began.
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Fifi
As Homer arrived at his uncle’s house, he found a letter for him. On opening it, he saw
Fifi’s clear writing, in a paper smelling of cologne and flowers. Their love affair had ended
some time before, but Homer had to face the future on his own. He read her clear writing
telling him how much she missed him, and she would arrive at six o’clock that evening. Homer
read that paragraph many times, trying to make sense of the news of her arrival into his world.
He had loved after his tragedy in the Mediterranean Sea, but now he had his yacht waiting
for him in Santa Marta. I love you, she had written at the end of the letter, reminding Homer
A wealthy uncle had left her a few thousand dollars in his will, giving her a chance to travel
the world. Homer put the letter on the table while he had his lunch. On reading it again, he
wondered why he had left her, when she had loved him so much. He had to throw the letter
away before it finished with his world. As Uncle Hugh arrived later, he found Homer writing
in his notebook.
Uncle Hugh made some tea while tidying around the place.
Homer sipped his drink as fog surrounded his soul. He thought of Fifi’s arrival, while
“I remember her wearing that dress,” Uncle Hugh said. “She looked gorgeous.”
“I don’t know.”
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Homer should have stayed by her side in the city of opportunities. On looking at the clock,
Homer looked at the clouds gathering in the sky for the end of the world..
After driving through the city, they arrived at the airport. Homer thought of the first time he
had seen Fifi after his rescue from the sea, when she had helped him to remember the events
aboard the boat, when he had fought against the elements. A big building with a flat roof,
greeted them at the end of a street by a few motels for the pilots and the air hostesses to have
fun. Homer had his own life to consider, before joining Fifi in whatever adventure she wanted
to have now. A group of girls went past them, joking and laughing about something he
couldn’t hear or comprehend, as Homer remembered the times they had been happy after the
On following him amidst the crowd, Homer reflected of his feelings for the woman he had
not seen for some time. He loved her even if they he had left her to find his luck in the world,
They had arrived at a hall, where a few people waited for the passengers to file through a
door. After waiting for a few minutes, they saw they first people pushing their suitcases, before
greeting their friends or relatives. Homer waited to see Fifi wearing one of those ordinary
dresses and comfortable shoes she liked but then he saw an attractive blonde, who turned the
heads of everybody waiting in the lounge. The beautiful apparition came straight towards him,
and after kissing him in the mouth, she took her dark glasses off.
Homer pushed her case towards the nearest cafeteria. They didn’t have much time to talk,
before someone called his flight to Santa Marta. Uncle Hugh left them alone while he ordered
the drinks. Holding her hands, Homer remembered all the things they had done during their
Touching her chest, Homer felt it hard. That is why she looked so voluptuous, enhancing
her curves and sex appeal. He kissed for some time, his hands exploring everything new about
her breasts.
“Now?”
“Yes.”
Putting his arms around her shoulders, he felt her scent while the world flew away from
them. Homer lost count of the minutes they remained in each other’s arms, surrounded by lots
of people in a busy airport. A tap in his shoulders brought him back to reality.
Sitting down at the table, he sipped his drink, while studying Fifi’s transformation. She had
changed so much since the last time he had seen her. Looking into her eyes, Homer didn’t need
words to tell her how he felt as he remembered that day he had been rescued from the sea a few
years before.
“I’ll get you a ticket,” he said. “I’ll buy the whole plane if you want.”
He felt in love once more, while she returned his caresses and Uncle Hugh looked away.
Homer wanted to enjoy a new chapter in his life with the woman he had loved with all his heart
Leading her to the ticket office, Homer explained his problem to the woman sitting behind
the window.
A middle aged man came towards them, interrupting the conversation. Homer thought he
Homer couldn’t believe Fifi’s ingratitude, as he moved towards the departure gate. She
should have told him about the general, instead of leading him on. Looking in his bag, he gave
the man a card with phone number of the yacht. He had to do business with Fifi’s fiancée, even
The general
We see the top part of a yacht. The seats, the floor and the walls are luxurious. We notice the
movement so typical of all ships. It makes sailors walk the way they do.
We hear the quiet noise of the engine and the racket of the waves. A reason to believe we’re in
high seas. It’s night time. On the top of a mast, we see a seagull.
The seagull opens his left eye. That’s the one he shows to the public.
SEAGULL
She puts her head under her wings and coos. A young woman appears at the door. She has
platinum blond hair, electric blue eyelashes, a forty plus brassier and sensual lips. Measures:
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She wears a long gown, the colour of dry wine. It moulds onto her vibrant anatomy perfectly.
She sighs deeply and her forty plus bra seems in danger of blowing up.
FIFI
FIFI
SEAGUL
I can’t sleep and this sleep walker comes here to say stupid things.
FIFI
SEAGULL
FIFI
What is it?
SEAGULL
FIFI
I don’t sleep with tablets. I usually sleep with my husband but if I want to have
A middle-aged man appears. He wears a captain’s uniform with a white shirt, trousers and
FIFI
Homer, my darling.
HOMER
FIFI
My captain, I asked this little bird who was the greatest sailor in the world.
HOMER
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I’d like to be the greatest pirate of them all, just for you. You’re my treasure but I
FIFI
HOMER
FIFI
SEAGULL
HOMER
FIFI
HOMER
SEAGULL
FIFI
This is our last night. We’ll be far from each other by tomorrow.
HOMER
FIFI
The general sleeps as deeply as a first line trench. Nothing wakes him up.
HOMER
SEAGULL
Cardinal Anastasio appears. He wears a red skirt with golden things, a triple crown with a
diamond cross, plus socks and shoes the same colour as the skirt. He moves with majesty, like
His deep and authoritative voice seems to come out of his rounded stomach.
He coughs.
CARDINAL
I’m sorry for the interruption bur I think I’m early. I was praying and talking to
Your highness.
CARDINAL
HOMER
CARDINAL
FIFI
It’s an honour to have a prince of the church with us in this important journey. We
CARDINAL
My daughter, we, the shepherds have to be with our sheep. By the way, hasn’t
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FIFI
She has been delayed because the admiral felt seasick today.
HOMER
She should be here soon. We can have a glass of wine while we wait.
CARDINAL
SEAGULL
HOMER
I thank your highness once more. My activities do need the protection of the
FIFI
Homer is almost the father of freedom. I think they have erected a few statues in
his honour.
HOMER
CARDINAL
Don’t be so modest. We all know of the long days you spent in a boat in the
HOMER
FIFI
I wrote between the sky and the sea in your honour. It’s hard not to notice the
SEAGULL
The smallest ship that man knows is the Queen Elizabeth II.
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A few sailors put bottles, buckets with ice and jars with flowers on a table.
CARDINAL
FIFI
Love is beautiful.
HOMER
CARDINAL
I’m in love.
FIFI
They’re like a couple of doves. It must be a blessing for Aurita to be in the heart
of a prince of God. You must have been a good looking man when you were
younger.
CARDINAL
HOMER
CARDINAL
I’ve been serving eternity for a long time. It’s not a bad thing to have my own
pleasures.
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Homer pours wine in the glasses and the guests come to the table.
HOMER
I toast for a saint apostle and the most beautiful woman in the world.
Thank you.
SEAGULL
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A beautiful tanned girl appears. She wears a long black dress. It opens at the sides up to the
She styles her hair like Cleopatra before she met Mark Anthony. Her eyes are black, her teeth
white and her lips pink. She looks like Aphrodite, but with a pair of well shaped arms.
CARDINAL
HOMER
That’s love.
FIFI
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SEAGULL
CARDINAL
AURITA
CARDINAL
AURITA
CARDINAL
AURITA
CARDINAL
SEAGULL
The woman wearing the red skirt wants to eat the other one.
The admiral appears. He’s wearing his uniform with many medals. As they hear the noise they
HOMER
The admiral mumbles something. He goes past the women and kneels in front of the cardinal.
ADMIRAL
CARDINAL
The Admiral stands up. He greets Homer, hugs Fifi and kisses Aurita.
AURITA
ADMIRAL
HOMER
FIFI
ADMIRAL
CARDINAL
SEAGULL
AURITA
HOMER
FIFI
It’s romantic.
SEAGULL
After Homer has a word with the sailors, music drifts around the ship. The Admiral has
ADMIRAL
CARDINAL
It should be the opposite. The milk of a woman should taste like this wine. When
AURITA
A general with four suns appears in the scene. He has them in his splendid uniform with a
HOMER
EVERYBODY
GENERAL
Thanks to you all! To the saint cardinal who accompanies us in this adventure of
our country, to the great homer who gives us arms for our freedom and to our
HOMER
GENERAL
Thank you.
CARDINAL
GENERAL
ADMIRAL
My general, the forces under my command recognise you as a new head of state.
GENERAL
Thank you.
AURITA
Tonight is the start of the dawn of a new country. Hurray to the general!
EVERYBODY
Hurray!
FIFI
They all seem to be affected by Fifi’s declaration of love. Aurita wipes a few runaway tears.
SEAGULL
Homer opens a few more bottles and replenishes the empty glasses.
CARDINAL
We’ll have the military coup tomorrow. It’s necessary to stop that idiot.
GENERAL
Homer’s arms are first class. They’re a bit expensive but when you think in the
HOMER
GENERAL
I appreciate Homer’s exemplary attitude. I can assure you we’ll win. Our group is
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ADMIRAL
CARDINAL
We also back him spiritually. The church has better arms than canons. We
GENERAL
CARDINAL
FIFI
Two years?
HOMER
Two years?
CARDINAL
They’re ungrateful and atheist. I have only a chalet by the beach, after helping
AURITA
Imbeciles.
HOMER
GENERAL
We’ll erase all of this tomorrow. My government recognises religion as the basic
pillar of society. Your highness will receive the treatment corresponding to your
hierarchy.
EVERYBODY
FIFI
Your highness, religion has gone down the drain lately. We have communist
bishops, married priests, naked nuns, crazy Franciscans, bad Jesuits, bigamist
warned, cherubs working for the Metro Goldwin Mayer, virgins with no reference,
Adam and Eve without an apple and a snake, Jesus Christ trying to pass a driving
test.
CARDINAL
That’s why we need good governments, like the one formed by tomorrow’s coup,
to take the reigns of our country. They must proliferate all over the world. I hope
GENERAL
CARDINAL
GENERAL
CARDINAL
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AURITA
GENERAL
Of course.
SEAGULL
I am hungry.
ADMIRAL
We need a strong government for our people. That’s why we’re here tonight. We
must bring order to the country and back our church. Priests have to pray more.
CARDINAL
GENERAL
ADMIRAL
HOMER
GENERAL
ADMIRAL
HOMER
ADMIRAL
GENERAL
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AURITA
Without music.
SEAGULL
HOMER
FIFI
Homer exits through the door as the sailors return with more bottles. They clean the table and
Modern music floats around the ship. The cardinal and Aurita dance, while Homer dances with
Fifi. The general and the admiral dance with each other.
The cardinal falls down on the floor. Everybody rushes to his help. Homer takes him to the
CARDINAL
I can’t cope with this modern music. In my times, we danced minuet and bolero.
CARDINAL
Where is my crown?
Everyone looks for his crown. Fifi finds it under the table. The cardinal puts it back on his
The tune of a romantic bolero drifts about the place. The cardinal dances with Aurita while
limping. He gets as close to her as his abdomen will allow him. Homer and Fifi hide in a
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HOMER
FIFI
HOMER
FIFI
He kisses her.
HOMER
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CARDINAL
AURITA
His highness limps with Aurita to another corner, where they kiss each other.
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GENERAL
ADMIRAL
GENERAL
We must have an airplane ready to send the president into exile. I’m feeling
generous.
ADMIRAL
GENERAL
ADMIRAL
Good.
GENERAL
You must be ready to take over the ministry of war, my dear admiral.
ADMIRAL
GENERAL
ADMIRAL
GENERAL
What a man!
ADMIRAL
GENERAL
ADMIRAL
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They’ll be the first lady and the minister’s wife. We have to give them beautiful
decorations.
ADMIRAL
We’ll honour the wives of the neighbouring presidents and their ministers.
GENERAL
ADMIRAL
GENERAL
ADMIRAL
GENERAL
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ADMIRAL
CARDINAL
AURITA
ADMIRAL
CARDINAL
HOMER
FIFI
GENERAL
HOMER
CARDINAL
ADMIRAL
AURITA
CARDINAL
HOMER
GENERAL
They drink to Homer’s honour. More bottles of wine arrive as the music of a ranchera drifts
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The couples dance. The general shoots his revolver while the admiral does that with his pocket
SEAGULL
Aurita and the cardinal talk as Fifi and Homer whisper to each other. The militaries go back to
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GENERAL
ADMIRAL
GENERAL
ADMIRAL
GENERAL
ADMIRAL
GENERAL
ADMIRAL
GENERAL
ADMIRAL
GENERAL
There are three generals for each soldier at the moment. It would be ideal to
ADMIRAL
And admirals.
GENERAL
Of course.
The sailors bring some more bottles of wine as the ranchera comes to an end.
HOMER
My distinguished guests, now that we’re in this spirit of political solidarity, you
GENERAL
ADMIRAL
GENERAL
The sailors bring a table covered with a green cloth. It is full of papers, pens, typewriters and
calculators. A man without much hair bows in front of the people and sits at the table. They all
gather around the table, except for the general, who looks at his medals while standing up.
GENERAL
We have gathered here today to write history. Tonight, in the middle of the sea
He waves his spade and cuts the tail of the seagull as he eats tuna from the plates.
GENERAL
…to save my country from the chains. I’m prepared to offer my life for my
people.
They applaud.
GENERAL
We need faith and dignity, greatness and altruism to give our people peace, justice
and bread.
They applaud again. The seagull sips some wine from a glass and also applauds.
GENERAL
We come back like the Spartans with the emblem or over the emblem.
GENERAL
Dawn will find us in the trenches defending our country, who taught us love from
the cradle, with our mother’s tears and the efforts of a dying father. God, Christ
and freedom! Here is a saying of my government: for the country and to the
country.
They applaud. The general searches for his glass to refresh his mouth but the seagull has
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I invite you to follow my comrades. If I go back, kill me. If I die, look for
revenge.
They all hug the general. Fifi and the seagull kiss him in the mouth while the cardinal
CARDENAL
In this night full of faith and hope I want to represent the catholic people of my
country, to tell our leader that we’ll follow him beyond death, if it’s necessary.
They applaud.
CARDINAL
On the twenty seventh of October of the year 1312, the emperor Constantine found
the troops of his rival Magencio twelve kilometres away from Rome. He called
the Christian God while turning his eyes to the sunset. He saw a luminous cross
with the following words: With this sign you’ll win. He was promoted at this
They applaud.
CARDINAL
That’s why at this solemn moment of our lives, we turn our eyes towards God, and
find his words: with the saint cross, we’ll have victory.
CARDINAL
I’ll give you now the papal blessing. It includes plenary indulgence.
They all kneed on the floor, including the seagull. The cardinal prays in Latin while pouring
holy water around him. The seagull doesn’t like it and goes back to the food. They all
HOMER
General, supreme boss, protector and father of our country: I had never seen such a
unanimous opinion about our government. I have the honour of showing the
The general goes to the table, reads a few lines of the document and signs it. The admiral also
signs without reading the paper. The cardinal ads postdate: don’t forget the ten per cent. Then
he signs it.
HOMER
I want to offer the pens we have used in the ceremony to our ladies.
He gives one to Fifi, another one to Aurita and the third one to the seagull.
The admiral drinks some wine, clears his throat and gets ready to talk.
ADMIRAL
General, supreme boss, admiral, protector and father of our country, the cardinal,
ladies and gentlemen: I want to say a few words in this day, when we decide the
future of a free country. Since the birth of our nation, a few ethnic races have
come to America. It opened its entrails to the Iberian race, pregnant with God, and
to the black torrent of Africa. All of this was mixed in the new land and new
hearts.
They applaud.
ADMIRAL
CARDINAL
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In their perpetual fight against a hostile medium, our ancestors grew in the highest
Andean mountain, the tree of a victorious Christ against the moors in Lepanto.
They applaud.
ADMIRAL
The generous blood made plants grow next to the cross. It turned into the
chastity of our women, charity in the toughness of our men, and sanctity with
the beats of the sword. The eternal reflex of the sea changed into a pyramid of
light in between paths of hope and amidst dawns full of awe. The weeping of
children sent a choir to the wind, forming the first notes of the symphony of
America.
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HOMER
Stop it.
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Atahualpa and Gaspar joining their titanic forces over mountains full of
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CARDINAL
AURITA
I’m a fan of the America football team. He doesn’t have to talk of all the games,
CARDINAL
AURITA
We should dance.
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MUSIC
ADMIRAL
…When the warrior talent of Pizarro met the idolatrous Indians, celestial fire took
MUSIC
CARDINAL
ADMIRAL
The general decides to dance with the seagull after drinking some more wine.
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HOMER
FIFI
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ADMIRAL
GENERAL
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ADMIRAL
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HOMER
FIFI
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GENERAL
SEAGULL
I prefer rock.
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ADMIRAL
…And then freedom grew like a tropical plant. One of those creepers climbing
forever towards the light, without looking at its own whiteness, because it counts
its energies…
MUSIC
The music has stopped and everybody has come back to the table. Homer pours a few drops of
SEAGULL
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…The centaurs of freedom broke their arrows on the armours of the sons of El
Cid…
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GENERAL
ADMIRAL
…The great achievements of the Iberian race, which couldn’t fight against its own
children in whom…
He sips wine from the glass the general has offered him.
ADMIRAL
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HOMER
GENERAL
I’ll ask him for a copy to edit in the official paper. I think it’s very interesting.
HOMER
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Homer pours a bag of powder in the wine. The general drinks the wine with the strong mixture
of medicines.
EVERYBODY
ADMIRAL
…And then the fecund rivers of the dark women gave birth to heroes, who
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HOMER
I’ve given him the whole solution. We’ll have the rest of the night to ourselves.
FIFI
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The cardinal and Aurita come back to the table rearranging their clothes. They ask for glasses
of wine.
ADMIRAL
AURITA
The seagull flies away without saying goodbye. He crashes against some of the mastiffs.
The general goes to sleep on the table after drinking his wine. He snores with the peculiar
sound of heroes.
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ADMIRAL
…That is why we must shout once more: Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! I’ve
spoken.
CARDINAL
ADMIRAL
Of course.
HOMER
Take the general to his cabin and help him to get undressed.
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Human Bombs
A few sailors look into the night with binoculars as a middle aged man wearing a short shirt
INTERMEDIARY
FIRST SAILOR
INTERMEDIARY
SECOND SAILOR
INTERMEDIARY
Don’t be a pessimist.
SECOND SAILOR
INTERMEDIARY
I’ve told you not to call me captain. I’m only an intermediary, remember?
Yes sir.
INTERMEDIARY
Yes sir.
INTERMEDIARY
Yes sir.
INTERMEDIARY
Tell radar.
He moves across ship. Then he sits and drinks from his glass.
SOMEONE (VO)
A boat is coming.
INTERMEDIARY
He lights up his pipe, while he waits. The sailors move around the top of the ship as a boat
approaches and they hear the voices of its occupants amidst the roar of the sea.
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Young men and women jump into the ship, after the small boat docks. They stand in front of
the intermediary.
They disperse around the ship as a bearded man who seems to have more authority, stands by
the intermediary.
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The bearded man takes off his hat. He spits out of his back teeth, while doing a military salute.
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character.
INTERMEDIARY
Thank you.
BEARDED MAN
Attention!
BEARDED MAN
Rest.
INTERMEDIARY
You’re in the presence of someone who agrees with your ideas. Hurrah to
freedom.
EVERYBODY
Hurrah to freedom.
The intermediary hugs the bearded man. He offers him a cigar as the other people sit around.
INTERMEDIARY
You’ll receive the arms tomorrow night. It’s a good place. We have been there a
BEARDED MAN
We have everything ready to receive the arms. The bosses authorise me to give
Atenagoras! Atenagoras.
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A little bald man with a wallet under his left arm takes off his glasses. He salutes the
intermediary.
ATENAGORAS
INTERMEDIARY
Atenagoras sits next to the intermediary and the bearded man. He looks through the papers in
INTERMEDIARY
BEARDED MAN
INTERMEDIARY
BEARDED MAN
Mr. Intermediary, tell me how much we owe you. We are not beggars.
INTERMEDIARY
You must forgive me. I only have the best intentions in the world.
BEARDED MAN
Thank you.
ATENAGORAS
He puts his glasses on again and looks at the paper, following the writing with his finger.
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BEARDED MAN
INTERMEDIARY
He looks at Atenagoras.
INTERMEDIARY
The bearded man opens his shirt and takes out a roll of dollars.
BEARDED MAN
INTERMEDIARY
INTERMEDIARY
Idealism is something really beautiful. Someone goes out at night, with so much
BEARDED MAN
INTERMEDIARY
BEARDED MAN
INTERMEDIARY
BEARDED MAN
We’re bombs.
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INTERMEDIARY
BEARDED MAN
It’s the last revolutionary tactic discovered by the heroes in Vietnam. Our
INTERMEDIARY
BEARDED MAN
Our fight is confused with our life. We’re the soldiers of the revolution.
INTERMEDIARY
BEARDED MAN
INTERMEDIARY
BEARDED MAN
INTERMEDIARY
BEARDED MAN
We understand, Mr. Intermediary. You can drink as much as you want to. It’s not
INTERMEDIARY
My masters are in a ship now. I’d like to be in your place, but my spirit is weak. I
BEARDED MAN
The strategic plans of our leaders will liberate us from the oppressors.
INTERMEDIARY
Our ideals have triumphed over evil. We’re nothing over the shoulders of the
BEARDED MAN
INTERMEDIARY
BEARDED MAN
A sailor comes in with bottles, glasses and soda. He puts everything on the table. The
intermediary pours drink for himself and Atenagoras, who is counting his money. Then he
drinks it in a gulp.
INTERMEDIARY
I’m sorry, Mr. Revolutionary. I belong to the hated rich. We can’t cope with so
much idealism.
BEARDED MAN
INTERMEDIARY
You must remember that we are just slaves. Others are the masters.
BEARDED MAN
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BEARDED MAN
Isn’t it funny?
ATENAGORAS
INTERMEDIARY
BEARDED MAN
INTERMEDIARY
No, I don’t.
BEARDED MAN
INTERMEDIARY
Please, Mr. Revolutionary. We’ll all drown. I can’t swim. I’ll give you your
money back.
BEARDED MAN
Be calm, Mr. Intermediary. Nobody’s going to do anything. You sell us the arms
INTERMEDIARY
ATENAGORAS
He writes in a paper and signs it. The intermediary also signs it.
INTERMEDIARY
Here is your receipt and tomorrow you’ll have your arms in the place we agreed.
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BEARDED MAN
ATENAGORAS
BEARDED MAN
INTERMEDIARY
BEARDED MAN
INTERMEDIARY
BEARDED MAN
ATENAGORAS
BEARDED MAN
INTERMEDIARY
BEARDED MAN
You’re a rich terrorist like your boss in his ship. The real revolutionary must
live for the revolution and I want to show you a submarine fight.
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BEARDED MAN
I’ll use a bomb with small charge to shoot a submarine. Number eight, what
NUMBER EIGHT
BEARDED MAN
NUMBER SIX
BEARDED MAN
Number six stands up. He’s a skinny man, who looks like a child
NUMBER SIX
BEARDED MAN
INTERMEDIARY
Why?
BEARDED MAN
INTERMEDIARY
What explosion?
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BEARDED MAN
That explosion.
INTERMEDIARY
I see a man.
BEARDED MAN
Stupid rich man, make this ship go fast or I’ll explode it in your face.
The intermediary says a few things to the sailors as the motor groans and the wind blows over
BEARDED MAN
INTERMEDIARY
Fifteen knots.
BEARDED MAN
Is that all?
ATENAGORAS
BEARDED MAN
Is this a joke?
INTERMEDIARY
BEARDED MAN
ATENAGORAS
BEARDED MAN
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BEARDED MAN
ATENAGORAS
BEARDED MAN
INTERMEDIARY
ATENAGORAS
BEARDED MAN
The bomb will float in the sea. It will explode when the ship gets near it.
ATENAGORAS
BEARDED MAN
ATENAGORAS
BEARDED MAN
ATENAGORAS
BEARDED MAN
You’re as drunk as mules. That’s why you don’t understand me. I’ll explain it
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with a graphic.
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A few sailors arrive with the life jackets and wait for the bearded man to finish with his plans
while the intermediary and Atenagoras drink aguardiente. The din of the motors indicates
ATENAGORAS
The bearded man examines one by one the different kinds of life jackets. Then he offers a life
BEARDED MAN
Attention.
The young man stands up and puts the life jacket on.
BEARDED MAN
A sailor gives one to the bearded man, who writes something down in his notebook.
INTERMEDIARY
Why don’t we give the young man a glass of aguardiente? He might feel less
nervous.
BEARDED MAN
ATENAGORAS
BEARDED MAN
The bearded man gestures to the young man with the bomb.
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BEARDED MAN
You go to the railings. You jump after I count up to three, and you must ignite
NUMBER SIX
Yes, lieutenant.
BEARDED MAN
NUMBER SIX
At the count of three, I go to the railings and then I jump into the sea. I wait for
BEARDED MAN
Get ready.
ATENAGORAS
BEARDED MAN
ATENAGORAS
EARDED MAN
INTERMEDIARY
Excuse me, lieutenant but the life jacket cots money. I’m responsible for it.
BEARDED MAN
INTERMEDIARY
Two dollars.
The bearded man searches in his pockets. He throws two dollars on the table.
BEARDED MAN
SAILOR
Yes, lieutenant.
BEARDED MAN
Get ready.
BEARDED MAN
Number six jumps into the water. Four minutes pass as everyone looks at the sea. The bearded
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The bearded man shoots his gun to the sky and a red light fills the scene, as everything acquires
BEARDED MAN
ATENAGORAS
BEARDED MAN
INTERMEDIARY
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BEARDED MAN
The intermediary gives orders to the sailors and the boat slows down.
BEARDED MAN
Let’s go back.
INTERMEDIARY
BEARDED MAN
After the intermediary shouts instructions, the ship goes back. Everybody looks at the sea as
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VOICE
As the ship stops everyone mutters and then something floats in the sea. The life jacket looks
NUMBER SIX
BEARDED MAN
NUMBER SIX
Yes, lieutenant.
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NUMBER SIX
Yes, lieutenant.
BEARDED MAN
NUMBER SIX
BEARDED MAN
BEARDED MAN
We can’t leave him there, if the body is found by the reactionaries, we’ll be dead.
SAILOR
A girl stands up and her companions take off ammunition from her brassiere. After counting
them, they keep a few and put the rest back in the bra.
SAILOR
BEARDED MAN
The men check the wires connected to the girl and she helps them with their job until she’s
BEARDED MAN
NUMBER SIX
Yes, lieutenant.
BEARDED MAN
NUMBER SIX
BEARDED MAN
NUMBER SIX
ATENAGORAS
BEARDED MAN
ATENAGORAS
BEARDED MAN
INTERMEDIARY
BEARDED MAN
No.
INTERMEDIARY
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Attention.
BEARDED MAN
You must swim to number six, hug him and ignite the bomb. First you must let us
NUMBER TWENTY
Yes, lieutenant.
The bearded man takes a few dollars out of his pocket and hands them over to the intermediary.
He receives the money as a sailor brings another life jacket. The girl puts the life jacket on and
BEARDED MAN
NUMBER TWENTY
Yes lieutenant.
BEARDED MAN
The girl jumps into the sea as the motor groans. The ship goes faster while everybody waits.
An explosion goes on in the middle of the darkness, illuminating the ship with a pinkish light.
BEARDED MAN
INTERMEDIARY
Yes, sir.
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Chucho
A sailor moves with a tray full of drinks, at first sight he looks strange, but then he seems even
stranger. He has long arms as hairs sprout from under his clothes and he walks with bow legs.
He has the face of an ape and wears a sailor’s hat as he moves across the ship and disappears in
the shadows.
The waves roar in the background as an old man wearing a suit with many decorations walks
`He has a big stomach, a wide forehead and wears a pair of glasses, and holds four books under
his right arm and three under the other one. He puts them on the floor before sitting on them.
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Another old gentleman appears, wearing a suit full of decorations. He’s thin, bold and has a
FAT PROFESSOR
Hi.
THIN PROFESSOR
FAT PROFESSOR
Who?
THIN PROFESSOR
You.
FAT PROFESSOR
Thank you.
He sits on a chair and the thin man sits down on another one as a sailor appears.
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A middle-aged woman wearing a long dress and with a child in her arms appears. The child
WOMAN
The men stand up. They kiss her hand and smile at the child.
The hairy sailor puts a small table in front of the thin professor. Then he bows and leaves the
scene.
Homer wears a suit with decorations as he appears through the door. He coughs.
HOMER
FAT PROFESSOR
THIN PROFESSOR
HOMER
THIN PROFESSOR
HOMER
WOMAN
HOMER
It’s not easy to find three novel prize scientists in a ship like mine.
FAT PROFESSOR
We wanted a trip of pleasure and rest. We have found both of those things
HOMER
I never promised to show you something marvellous. It’s just a bit different. I
EVERYBODY
HOMER
Professor Irwin’s found the formula of eternal youth. He made a mistake and has
WOMAN
She opens the front of her dress and breastfeeds the child.
HOMER
He has to grow up, before he tells us where he has left the formula.
FAT PROFESSOR
We couldn’t find the formula in Professor Irwin’s laboratory. I got drunk after
Everybody laughs.
THIN PROFESSOR
FAT PROFESSOR
HOMER
FAT PROFESSOR
He had a theory to make humans and animals younger. He told me in his last letter
he had to sort out a few more details before his formula was ready.
After the woman puts the child against her shoulders, she knocks his back gently.
WOMAN
HOMER
WOMAN
WOMAN
medicines for getting younger every day but they never work.
THIN PROFESSOR
FAT PROFESSOR
You’re an orphan.
THIN PROFESSOR
They laugh.
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HOMER
THIN PROFESSOR
FAT PROFESSOR
WOMAN
HOMER
FAT PROFESSOR
THIN PROFESSOR
It kills my pancreas.
WOMAN
HOMER
THIN PROFESSOR
FAT PROFESSOR
WOMAN
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WOMAN
That night he put a bottle with a milky liquid on the bedside table. He had a bath
Darling, he said, have a good look at me. You’ll be the first person to see the
I heard a child crying in the early hours of the morning. I called Irwin but no one
answered.
As I switched the light on, I saw the child by my side. At first I thought it was a
Joke but then I awoke the maids and we all looked for my husband. The child was
Beautiful and my maternal instincts told me the truth. It was my Irwin. He had the
FAT PROFESSOR
WOMAN
What bottle?
FAT PROFESSOR
WOMAN
I had to remember how to look after an infant and forgot about the bottle.
FAT PROFESSOR
The hairy sailor comes in with everything they have ordered plus a bottle of whisky and soda
The child cries as the woman covers her breasts. The baby has done his business on her dress.
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WOMAN
She leaves a wet trail, as she moves away with the child in her arms.
HOMER
The professor worked for many years to get to his goal. He can’t even talk now.
FAT PROFESSOR
He’s breastfed during a discussion with his colleagues, and then he dirties his
nappy.
HOMER
I wonder where the bottle is. Professor Irwin must have drunk too much of the
potion. If he had tested the formula properly, he would have made a fortune.
THIN PROFESSOR
FAT PROFESSOR
HOMER
FAT PROFESSOR
HOMER
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A sailor appears with a message in a tray. Homer gives instructions to the sailors, after reading
it.
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HOMER
THIN PROFESSOR
HOMER
THIN PROFESSOR
FAT PROFESSOR
THIN PROFESSOR
HOMER
He was single the last time I saw him. I hope he has married a beautiful girl as
FAT PROFESSOR
THIN PROFESSOR
HOMER
THIN PROFESSOR
He takes an electronic microscope out of his bag. Then he finds a small box with beautiful
decorations.
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THIN PROFESOR
Excuse me but I need to do a few things for my job. I have the needle touched
by baby Jesus’ nappies. You must kneel down on the floor and pray as my
They all kneel as the professor holds the needle with a white cloth and places it under a
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FAT PROFESSOR
HOMER
I have heard about it. He can’t do anything else because of his job.
FAT PROFESSOR
HOMER
FAT PROFESSOR
Businessmen must learn of our activities as they have a direct influence on your
lives.
HOMER
Yes, of course.
FAT PROFESSOR
This illustrious scientist has been interested in angels since his childhood. He has
looked for them everywhere. He liked to get dressed in a tunic and wings during
Christmas time and his pyjama reminds him of them. Have you seen him
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sleeping?
HOMER
FAT PROFESSOR
He wears a long blue gown, beautiful plastic wings with golden beads and a blond wig that
goes down to his hips. He keeps a golden harp on his bedside table.
HOMER
FAT PROFESSOR
All right.
Homer claps his hands and a sailor appears. He tells him a few things and the man goes away.
FAT PROFESSOR
He has been interested in angels all his life, as I’ve told you. He graduated with
honours in the theology faculty of Rome and wrote his thesis in old Latin. No one
can read it, because it’s very old. He won the Novel Prize for this feat and it’s one
of a few books that have not been translated. What do you think about it?
HOMER
FAT PROFESSOR
It has 834 pages, written in verses of ten lines. Nobody knows what it says, until
HOMER
FAT PROFESSOR
He has won the first prize in the story of science because being a genius must be an
illness.
HOMER
FAT PROFESSOR
He does the investigations of angels in the Vatican and earns 2,500 dollars a
HOMER
FAT PROFESSOR
HOMER
FAT PROFESSOR
He wanted to find the sex of angels since his infancy. Are they men or
HOMER
He’s a hero.
FAT PROFESSOR
That’s nothing. His investigative technique puts him ahead of everyone. How can
he see an angel? He’s thought about the problem for twenty years and one day he
HOMER
FAT PROFESSOR
HOMER
The woman appears at this moment. She has changed her clothes and doesn’t have the child.
WOMAN
HOMER
WOMAN
He’s asleep. He’ll wake up for his next feed in three hours. He’s so beautiful.
EVERYBODY
He’s beautiful.
WOMAN
HOMER
WOMAN
It has to be dry.
FAT PROFESSOR
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I think we know of this by now. He has broken all the records with his work.
THIN PROFESSOR
Thanks.
HOMER
WOMAN
HOMER
WOMAN
FAT PROFESSOR
It was on the same day as the L. Clay‘s fight for the heavy belt.
WOMAN
The professor nakedness had more headlines than the fight. Eight columns in the
first page.
FAT PROFESSOR
HOMER
WOMAN
HOMER
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FAT PROFESSOR
Our friend the businessman doesn’t have time for these things.
HOMER
FAT PROFESSOR
HOMER
Really?
FAT PROFESSOR
It shows us how the mind works. The professor had to see angels, so he went
to find them.
HOMER
Did he go to heaven?
FAT PROFESSOR
HOMER
FAT PROFESSOR
A traumatic shock made him run naked through the streets of Rome in the middle of the day,
shouting eureka. He had remembered the nappy of Christ kept in the Corraplitences
Monastery.
HOMER
What a man!
FAT PROFESSOR
He took some faecal matter from the nappy, with a needle blessed by the pope. As
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HOMER
FAT PROFESSOR
HOMER
It’s incredible.
WOMAN
FAT PROFESSOR
Let’s not have those crazy thoughts. He only saw angels in his microscopic field.
HOMER
What a genius!
FAT PROFESSOR
He wasn’t satisfied. He wanted to know the angels’ sex, and how many of them
WOMAN
FAT PROFESSOR
As he centred the microscope on the head of the needle, he saw the dancing
WOMAN
All the honours in the world are not enough for such a genius.
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THIN PROFESSOR
FAT PROFESSOR
WOMAN
WOMAN
FAT PROFESSOR
WOMAN
We’ve talked about that. I’d prefer if someone helps me financially to bring up
Irwin.
THIN PROFESSOR
I want to find a vaccine against sin under his protection as the present intravenous
one has a few side effects. It doesn’t vanquish the original sin.
FAT PROFESSOR
THIN PROFESSOR
That’s a literary work of the twentieth century. Nothing can compare with it.
FAT PROFESSOR
Thank you.
HOMER
I have just spoken with the helicopter Mr. wise men. Professor Greer and Fifi are
about to arrive.
HOMER
They’re all busy as Homer leaves. The thin professor is with the microscope, the fat professor
reads his Donald Duck collections, while the woman combs her hair. They hear the noise of a
helicopter.
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Homer appears.
HOMER
FAT PROFESSOR
They are on their honeymoon and perhaps he’s not jealous. Did he come alone?
HOMER
FAT PROFESSOR
Is it Fifi?
A forty year old man appears accompanied by a young man, wearing light blue jeans, long hair,
and a miniskirt over his trousers. Fifi comes behind them wearing a short dress with a low
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FAT PROFESSOR
FIFI
Fifi’s dress goes up as she hugs the little man while the thin professor looks through the
microscope.
THIN PROFESSOR
HOMER
They hug each other. Mrs. Irwin kisses Greer while the young man fiddles with his earring.
WOMAN
THIN PROFESSOR
The papers only talk about her life and ignore everything else in the country.
FIFI
CUT TO
PROFESSOR GREER
I married before coming to the ship and this is my wife Ferny. We’re on our
honeymoon.
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HOMER
PROFESSOR GREER
FAT PROFESSOR
PROFESSOR GREER
I adore you.
The couple kiss and hug each other as Fifi leads Homer away from the scene.
FIFI
HOMER
FIFI
HOMER
FIFI
HOMER
FIFI
HOMER
FIFI
FIFI
CHUCHO (O.S)
HOMER
CHUCHO
Chucho admires the head on the table, feeling the sewn lips and the long hair.
HOMER
CHUCHO
HOMER
CHUCHO
Homer and Fifi lay next to each other on a bed by the window, where they see the blue see.
FIFI
HOMER
Who?
FIFI
HOMER
FIFI
Homer waits for Fifi to finish powdering her face. She looks at her reflection in a mirror while
HOMER
Let’s go now.
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WOMAN
FERNY
He presses a tiny handkerchief against his heart and then straightens his miniskirt.
HOMER
FIFI
HOMER
THIN PROFESSOR
The thin professor picks up his equipment and puts it in his bag, bowing in front of the needle
HOMER
PROFESSOR GREER
EVERYBODY
Hurrah!
HOMER
Let’s see. The professors want coca cola and the lady wants dry wine but what
PROFESSOR GREER
HOMER
FERNY
PROFESSOR GREER
HOMER
FERNY
HOMER
FIFI
They all come to the table, except Ferny, who applies his make up. Homer serves the coca
colas while Professor Greer pours himself a large glass of rum. Fifi opens a bottle of gin.
THIN PROFESSOR
Professor Greer, don’t you feel sick with that strong drink?
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FERNY
PROFESSORGREER
FERNY
HOMER
Professor Greer, we have here the best men of science and they’ll take charge of
my Philanthropic Foundation.
PROFESSOR GREER
Dear ladies and gentlemen, I’m an assessor of Homer’s financial business as he’s a
maestro of finances.
HOMER
Thank you. Professor Greer will explain the problem, so that you know what to
do.
PROFESSOR GREER
to help the greatest men of science. You’ll get one million dollars a year for your activities
but we want to donate that money to you instead of giving it to the tax.
A million dollars a year is a lot of money, and Homer wants a small favour. You’ll
This is not a dirty business but a better way for you to use your capital. Homer
THIN PROFESSOR
FAT PROFESSOR
WOMAN
I also agree.
As Homer and Professor Greer talk in a low voice, Ferny looks at Fifi.
FERNY
FIFI
I made it myself.
FERNY
FIFI
FERNY
Thank you.
PROFESSOR GREER
Homer’s generosity doesn’t have a name. He only wants one million and two
THIN PROFESSOR
HOMER
They all applaud as Professor Greer takes a few documents out of his bag.
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THIN PROFESSOR
HOMER
Thank you.
FAT PROFESSOR
HOMER
Thank you.
WOMAN
FERNY
FIFI
WOMAN
HOMER
FERNY
FIFI
He’s my hero.
WOMAN
FERNY
THIN PROFESSOR
FERNY
How boring.
WOMAN
FAT PROFESSOR.
WOMAN
FIFI
I hate maths.
FERNY
I’m also like that. I still don’t know what Christopher Columbus did.
THIN PROFESSOR
He discovered penicillin.
FAT PROFESSOR
FERNY
THIN PROFESSOR
FERNY
FIFI
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PROFESSOR GREER
FIFI
PROFESSOR GREER
FERNY
HOMER
HOMER
CHUCHO
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. It’s a pleasure for me to serve you.
They applaud.
HOMER
THIN PROFESSOR
CHUCHO
It was played in Montevideo, Paraguay from the 13 of June to the 31 of July 1930.
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Argentina won over the United States in the semi final. It was 6- 1. Uruguay bit
EVERYBODY
Unbelievable!
FAT PROFESSOR
CHUCHO
HOMER
CHUCHO
Jack Dempsey.
EVERYBODY
AHHHHHHHH!
FERNY
CHUCHO
Lavandin.
PROFESSOR GREER
CHUCHO
FERNY
CHUCHO
FERNEY
How tiring!
PROFESSOR GREER
FAT PROFESSOR
He’s marvellous.
THIN PROFESSOR
HOMER
Chucho bows.
CHUCHO
Yes, Sir.
HOMER
EVERYBODY
He’s a genius.
THIN PROFESSOR
FAT PROFESSOR
FERNY
FIFI
THIN PROFESSOR
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PROFESSOR GREER
FERNY
They say ugly men are very clever. It must have a limit.
THIN PROFESSOR
He has passed the limit in this case. That face has a price.
PROFESSOR GREER
FAT PROPHESOR
He reminds me of a film.
FERNY
PROFESSOR GREER
FERNY
CUT TO
HOMER
EVERYBODY
Yes.
HOMER
Chucho is a chimpanzee.
EVERYBODY
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What?????
FAT PROFESSOR
A chimpanzee?
THIN PROFESSOR
A chimpanzee?
PROFESSOR GREER
A chimpanzee?
WOMAN
A chimpanzee?
FIFI
FERNEY
HOMER
The sailor appears wearing a swimming costume. He is a chimpanzee, who shaves his face in
the morning like anyone else. Ferny faints in Professor Greer’s arms.
FAT PROFESSOR
HOMER
PROFESSOR GREER
FIFI
HOMER.
He’s a chimpanzee and he’s at your disposition if you want to study him. He
works for nothing and likes to eat soap after blowing bubbles.
PROFESSOR GREER
It isn’t bad. He works for a box of soap a day. Have you offered him aguardiente?
HOMER
THIN PROFESSOR
FAT PROFESSOR
HOMER
His owner is a Colombian man called Mario. He sold Chuchu for very little
money.
PROFESSOR GREER
HOMER
WOMAN
Is he healthy?
HOMER
THIN PROFESSOR
Does he bite?
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HOMER
He’s harmless.
FIFI
FAT PROFESSOR?
HOMER
FAT PROFESSOR
HOMER
PROFESSOR GREER
FERNY
Chucho’s story
Mr. Homer
I’m Miguel and I used to work for you a long time ago. If you have patience, I’ll tell you
how I met the wise man, who trained Chucho, but I won’t charge you a single dollar for the
service. Congratulations!
It isn’t strange that your wise men did not feel any admiration for Chucho. I believe wise
men are like the extinguished dinosaurs because they used to weight many tons but had small
brains. I belong to the crazy minority who doesn’t want to waste life. We believe the day has
twenty four hours and a million moments to enjoy it. You mustn’t cry for an inexistent future.
It has no dividends.
Once upon a time, after you had left us, I accepted Jaramillo’s offer of LSD. He had
brought it from Europe, where aristocrats use it to go to the stars. I can only remember the
colours with the transparency of a cloud and the softness of a young woman, while we travelled
through the solar system, but we didn’t go any further than Jupiter. I don’t want to give a
description of the universe the way we saw it, because it might not conform to Copernicus or
Galileo’s ideas. On waking up inside some bushes with spines rather than leaves, my body hurt
Jaramillo threw earth on my face, a rude way to show we had landed. A cold wind made me
shiver as I was half naked, but we didn’t find anything useful inside the wreckage of the plane.
I knew how to survive in the jungle but we were in a mountain. I had not taken that course. As
we had to go somewhere, we followed a small river going through the roots of the trees in its
way to nowhere. It didn’t say much so I talked to my friend instead. We thought we had been
in the small plane, but none of us could fly these things. Apart from the small river, we didn’t
After looking at the stars we found ourselves at twenty degrees longitude north and twenty
two west. It was day time and that fact made our observations a bit difficult. The small river
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led us to a bigger one, and on following that one, we found a very big river. Two days later we
moved by the shores of a huge river. Jaramillo kept on talking about the manuscripts you had
As we moved through the mountain, we didn’t need a bunch of Indians to tell us about our
end in the hands of nature. We were lost in the mountain and seldom saw any buildings with
the exception of a few Hilton Hotels. Then we arrived at a small town, inhabited by nice
people, but as we got nearer, we saw the town inhabited by rude people. With our beards and
some marihuana I had in my pockets, the campesinos (10) confused us with trouble makers.
Shooting their guns three times, they killed two chickens of a heart attack, and they cooked a
sancocho (11) with the animals, tasting of real sancocho. The town had been built around an
idiot called patepina as his right foot had elephantiasis and his left foot had mamutiasis.
We met the queen of potatoes on our first day. Then we met the one of the arepa (13)
without salt, and the one of arepa (13) with salt. The queens of sausages and beans, green
cheese, white cheese, cheese spread, free plantain, kumis, marmalade, yellow fever, rice and
mazato (12) also welcomed us, as the locals promised to introduce me to a few more beauty
queens.
“Don’t you have some spare clothes?” I asked the major as he crowned the flower queen.
He interrupted his speech to send us to the priest, who had to crown the queen of the jungle.
The priest sent us to the only shop in town, where someone crowned the yellow poncho queen.
We felt more comfortable with the clothes he gave us, even if they didn’t fit very well. We
then crowned the queen of the wide trousers and narrow shirts, who was elected from 250
competitors.
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We got in contact with Miss Lola, a local teacher. She was queen only of the onion, the
black bean, the coffee, the curuba (14) and the peanut. The elderly teacher only wore three of
the crowns on her head, the base of her skull collapsing under the weight. Every seventh of
August she helped to recreate the battle of Boyaca (15) but sometimes the Spaniards won the
battle. As she showed us the school building, we saw the first stone placed there in 1922. The
children had their classes in the field, sitting on the grass next to the stone.
At first they told her she could have children of both sexes. After a detailed analysis, she
realised that the normal thing was to have boys and girls, and two years later they gave her
permission for the school. She has worked in the town ever since. The pride of the town, it
took them to the next town, where the train went past. On congratulating the driver, also the
The healthy mountain air made us feel strong, and we drank more aguardiente. They looked
unhappy when we told them the president was the same one. Wearing a heavy poncho, his bald
head under a straw hat, the doctor had sandals on his feet like everyone else. As we drank
aguardiente, he invited us to sleep in his house by the park. Later that night and singing the
Marseilles, we went into the doctor’s house. It wasn’t very beautiful, but it looked like a palace
to us, after awakening next to first stone of the school that morning. I dreamt of Kalm leading
me to apocalypse and opened my eyes as something cold went over my nose. As I jumped, I
I saw a big parrot laughing, while a snake slithered over my body. I moved to one side as
I saw the snake disappearing amongst the bushes and felt sorry for myself. A bear went
running under my legs as I fell on a turtle, and then the parrot started to sing opera, while a
monkey offered a banana to me. I ate it next to a fat iguana hunting for flies. As I tried to think
how I had appeared in the zoo, I heard a scream. My friend jumped out of a window chased by
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a tiger while the parrot laughed. A man wearing underpants appeared. He greeted us while
caressing the tiger and said he was sorry. He was the doctor and spoke to the animals as if they
understood Spanish. He told us later that he didn’t have visitors very often and Margarita
always slept in his room. She had done her usual thing when she had slithered over my nose.
Margarita was the snake. He didn’t explain why I had awoken in the back yard and I thought it
had been the Indian curse. I went to the toilet where I met a nice caiman, who served as a table.
I’ll give you a few fragmented details of the story the doctor told us afterwards. I’m sorry if
I’m too long but I want to tell you as much as possible. The father of my friend had a son who
was a doctor, as a nice trick of nature. It had been one of those things. Nothing else like that
had happened in the family, apart from an uncle who had been the helper at court.
The man died before his son had his degree and started to study dead people. The doctor
didn’t eat much to pay for the university, but after graduating, he practiced in a hospital, where
he had dinner for the first time. The future was not very good as he had to find a job, that’s the
only way doctors can live up to the day they die. He had to live in the present now.
After he had his title with fat letters, he went to see the health minister. As the lift was out
of order, he had to climb nine floors to the office. The secretary had forgotten her keys
downstairs and our friend, always a gentleman, had to gone to get them. The girl was having
her lunch when he returned, but left a message for him to come back at three o’clock. He found
the office shut at that time. The education minister had died of a heart attack after going up five
floors, but two months later the lift had been repaired.
Everything seemed to be all right. They told him that the government office was the only
place needing a doctor. They had too many doctors at the government building but the minister
of war might need a doctor. The minister of war was in conflict with the marines and they sent
Someone told him to go to the trains. They put him in contact with an architect Perez, living
in Barranquilla and the president of the society for the protection of yellow beetles. He
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remembered this last thing because he found the man on the beach, crying next to the body of a
dead beetle. After they buried the beetle, the architect informed him that they had doctors
everywhere, except in a town in the central cordillera. A few days later the doctor arrived at the
central station, carrying a suitcase with a blood pressure monitor, a stethoscope and a small
“Can I have a ticket for X station?” he said to the girl in the ticket window.
The ticket seller looked at him up and down. Then he did the same but down and up.
“Yes, I’m.”
The ticket seller went inside the office and came back a few moments later accompanied by
two fat men and a skinny one. Two women came behind them. The ticket seller gestured at the
doctor.
One of the fat men removed his glasses before confronting the young man.
“Do you know what the punishment for jokers is?” he asked.
Three minutes later they started to punch each other, but two cars full of firemen and police
vans stopped everything. The doctor remained on his seat without understanding what had
happened. He came back next morning and asked a young girl at the office for a ticket to go to
the town. She looked at him with her beautiful innocent eyes and asked: “Where is that?”
After the young lady had gone inside the office, an employee in uniform appeared a few
moments later.
They went past several offices until they entered a big room where a few men sat around a
big table. They asked him to sit down and the one with more authority said:
“They don’t have any doctors in the next town,” the doctor replied.
The doctor shook his head. “I’ll live in the next town.”
“Look, young man. I’ve been working in the trains for 34 years and this is the first time
someone goes to town X. Don’t you feel ashamed? That town only has 17 people, why are you
going there?”
“You can see the problems our country has. This young man has the most unusual ideas.
“I know,” the fat man said. “You can work as a messenger here. Do you accept it?”
“We’re giving you a free ticket to the town plus a hand grenade. As the driver says you’re
getting near town X, you must explode it. Otherwise the train won’t stop and you’ll never get
there. They gave him the ticket and the grenade. He felt nervous as he waited for the train.
He boarded one of the middle carriages in between country women travelling with their
chickens. The bomb exploded and derailed the train, killing three chickens and a few
neurosurgeons, who worked as rail keepers. As our doctor arrived at the town, he met with the
priest, the owner of the pharmacy, and Miss Lola, who knew all about injections.
Mr. Procolo, the richest man in town took him to his own home. It was urgent business and
the other people had other things to do, so he asked the new arrival for help. A pregnant sow
would have died if the doctor had not helped with the delivery. The news spread across the
town and he became the best doctor of pigs in the region. Mr. Procolo consented for his
daughter to live with him, where they lived with all kinds of animals. His wife was one of them
The doctor inherited the pigs, the house and his wife when the old man died. He made a
difficult discovery for the human mind to comprehend, while doing his anti Edison
investigations. Even if you don’t believe it, Mr. Homer, it was enough for our hero to get
I will describe everything for you. Our towns don’t have schools, hospitals, health centres,
toilets or clean water. The only water running through them is smelly and dirty but they have
millions of transistors infecting the streets with rancheras twenty five hours a day. The priest
puts four giant speakers on the church tower. If the ones in the café in the corner, or in the café
with no corner are not working, his highness switches his music on. The smallest and sickest
town in Colombia makes more noise than a dormitory of Maristas brothers after their Christmas
supper.
Our country has thousands of radio stations for square mile and each one of them has two
programs: popular music and commercials. We have to hear five hundred radio stations of
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popular music and five hundred of commercials, even though some of us do not have a radio. I
had to show you the environment he had been submerged, in order to understand the greatness
I wanted to crash it against his glasses, but the tiger licking my feet stopped me. As I
switched it on, I experienced a wonderful sensation. The voice of the priest offering the next
tango to the president of the daughters of Maria was erased and everything was enveloped in
the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. The anti Edison had invented the anti transistor.
This small machine stopped one from hearing everyone else’s transistors but I can’t describe
the sensation of hearing absolutely nothing. I found myself before the greatest man in science,
as far as I understood and asked permission to the tiger to lick his other shoe. It didn’t stop
there. Just as he had found a way to prevent radio waves, he had managed to tame all kinds of
animals. Our scientist decided we were animals as he didn’t believe in Gods, souls or angels.
Men were made of matter. He did experiments with animals teaching them conditional
reflexes. They had to open traps after acoustic or luminous signals, where they found, food,
water or electric shocks. The animals learned to find their food avoiding the electric shocks
He sacrificed one of the animals and extracted an acid with a complicated name, but known
by its initials: DNA. He introduced it in the nervous system of other mice, which did not know
anything about the lights and electric shocks and had good results. The mice behaved as if they
had been trained before. They had the memory of the other animals or in mystic terms they had
metempsychosis. I can’t explain the proceeding properly and I think you and your wise men
will have a worse problem. My friend contacted the Academy of medicine but they smiled on
discovering he treated pigs. They didn’t like human knowledge transmitted into animals and
drove away in their Mercedes Benz. They wanted to take him to the saint inquisition and it’s a
According to this noble mad man, the process of knowledge is linked to a big, curved
molecule. It is called DNA and RNA. You’ve found the code of life, when you can decipher
its language. I don’t know how he does it. He bought Chucho, the chimpanzee from
Antioqueno businessmen, who had won him, during a game of cards with the guards of the
Bucharest zoo. You have had him for nearly one year, without understanding how important he
is.
Chucho’s not just the best monkey in the world, but he’s also the best man. He’s intelligent,
disinterested, noble and a very good worker. He’s not dangerous to anyone and I’m sure he
represents a step in our mental evolution. Our doctor did that with Chucho because he has a
good capacity in his brain. He’s also done marvellous things with the other animals. The tiger
is more intelligent and noble than any dog. He understands clearly many verbal orders. The
parrot sings the opera Traviata by memory and has a better voice than any soprano from the
Scala. The venomous snake drinks milk and eats mice. The monkeys sweep the house, wash
the clothes and do some other chores as the turtles reproduce only when they’re asked to do it.
He has a troop of multicoloured mice that dance Stravinsky’s ballet with Russian perfection.
Margarita the snake is harmless, but I can’t say the same thing of the debt collectors. The poor
man had four debt collectors bothering him. They had left him alone because of the difficulty
of getting to the town, but things have changed now. I’m not a philanthropist but I gave him a
few pesos and promised to sell Chucho to stop the danger. As you gave him a few dollars, the
You can understand the failure awaiting the investigator. To finish with the transistors is an
attack against humanity, but to end with knowledge by injecting yourself or by manipulating
radiant energy is the final collapse of humanity. My wise friend sends you his regards but he
doesn’t understand much about business. He knows what would happen to his discoveries in
the hands of a businessman like you, that’s why I can’t tell you anymore. Look after Chucho.
A middle aged man with Prussian hair style pedals an exercise bike. He sweats as he checks
the speed and the distance he has achieved and pedals again with more enthusiasm.
He stops. He goes down on the floor and stands on his head for a few moments. He stands up
and lifts weights over his head while breathing deeply and a Chinese bell hanging nearby adds
After he rests standing on his head and then he does exercises on the portable bars and a
CHUCHO
You must have an appetite, Mr. Astronaut. Do you want any breakfast?
ASTRONAUT
CHUCHO
ASTRONAUT
Not that one. Look at the chronometer and tell me the whole thing.
CHUCHO
It’s ten, twenty two minutes, four seconds and two decimals.
ASTRONAUT
CHUCHO
ASTRONAUT
Chucho picks up a paper from the table. He reads it and leaves the scene.
The astronaut goes on the bars and the trapeze with all the strength of an anthropoid as Chucho
arrives with two litres of oil, two pounds of grease on a plate, petrol in a bottle and two one
inch screws. After putting everything on a small table, he looks at the chronometer.
CHUCHO
The astronaut jumps down from the trapeze. He cleans his face and hands. He breathes deeply
He tastes the grease from the motor with a spoon. He mixes it with a bit of petrol. Chucho
ASTRONAUT
CHUCHO
That’s the one we use for our diesel motor. You should have told us of your
favourite mark.
ASTRONAUT
A calculator moving on four wheels and reading a paper appears through the door. He smiles
CALCULATOR
Hello Sompson.
ASTRONAUT
CALCULATOR
ASTRONAUT
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CALCULATOR
ASTRONAUT
CALCULATOR
ASTRONAUT
You’d be rusty
CALCULATOR
ASTRONAUT
Uhmmmm!
CALCULATOR
CHUCHO
CALCULATOR
I want a beefsteak, toasts with butter and marmalade. Coffee with milk and cereal
as a starter.
ASTRONAUT
You must be careful. You’ll get an electric stroke in the system ZX34.
CALCULATOR
ASTRONAUT
CALCULATOR
ASTRONAUT
CALCULATOR
ASTRONAUT
I’m resting. I’ll work twenty two hours and ten decimals of a second today.
CALCULATOR
ASTRONAUT
CALCULATOR
The brain has some importance, as the head is an elegant ending to the symmetry
of the body. Women use it for hair styles, hats, wigs and headaches. A woman
ASTRONAUT
CALCULATOR (interrupting)
I’m preparing myself for a nice dwarf transformer I met last night.
ASTRONAUT
CALCULATOR
It’s bad to be a man. I’ve had nothing to do with it. I can assure you.
Chucho comes in with the breakfast for the calculator on a tray. The sound of a clarinet
CALCULATOR
What’s that?
CHUCHO
It’s the peon of the matador. He wakes his master with the clarinet.
CALCULATOR
What matador?
CHUCHO
He boarded the ship last night. He’s called Cagangosto and he’s Homer’s guest.
CALCULATOR
CHUCHO
CALCULATOR
CHUCHO
CALCULATOR
At that moment, the president of the republic of Salvacion appears. He’s a middle-aged man
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Good morning.
The president wears a sport shirt and white trousers. He wipes his moustache with the back of
his hand.
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
CALCULATOR
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
ASTRONAUT
Excuse me.
The president of Salvacion sits at the table as the calculator finishes with the food. He wipes
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
We, the men of state, should come more often to Homer’s yacht. We rest from
CALCULATOR
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
CALCULATOR
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PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
CALCULATOR
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
The conversation is interrupted by the arrival of a man with a red cape. He’s chased by another
one, who has a tripod with the head of a bull. The one with the cape waves it. The bull head
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
CALCULATOR
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
He’s the greatest matador of all times. He’s a monster. He’s superb, splendid,
Chucho arrives with the bottle of wine. The calculator pours wine in a glass.
CALCULATOR
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
CALCULATOR
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
CALCULATOR
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
CALCULATOR
As the president brings the glass to his mouth, a ball crashes against him and the false teeth of
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
What the…
Before he finishes his sentence, the ball crashes on his head again and his glasses fall on the
floor.
A small man wearing an expensive gown and with a crown on his head runs across the scene.
MELE
Hiya!
The president of Salvacion crawls on the floor, trying to find his glasses. Chucho finds them in
a corner and gives them to him. The president wipes the glasses with his handkerchief.
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
He finds a machine gun under his shirt, with Dun- Dun bullets. As Mele throws the ball, it
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He looks at the man with the ball, who gets ready to kick it again.
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
MELE
Hiya!
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
Chucho appears with some more bottles and glasses. Then Homer enters the scene. He’s
HOMER
Good morning Your Excellency, good morning calculator. How did you sleep?
HOMER
MADAM
PRESIDENTE OF SALVACION
MADAM
You’re so kind.
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CALCULATOR
MADAM
It’s funny.
As she sits down, a head with horns crashes against her, and she falls down on the floor.
CALCULATOR
MADAM
The astronaut moves across the scene. He wears space headgear while driving a blackboard.
MADAM
Who is he?
HOMER
MADAME
He must be very old. I’ve seen many people on the camp of Marte.
HOMER
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
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He’s the most important American astronaut. He’s Simpson. The first man to step
on Mars.
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
I remember now. It was that football game where they fought for the tenth star.
MADAM
I’m sorry Your Excellency, but Homer talks about those little stars in the night
sky.
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
I understand now. I’m always so busy. Homer’s guests are famous all over the
world.
HOMER
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
MELE
Hiya!
HOMER
Your majesty must rest for a few minutes as you shouldn’t put your heart in so
much strain. The twentieth century will remember you for your thousand goals.
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
I keep four centimetres of the ball that scored the famous thousandth goal, in a
golden box.
MADAM
I have a thread of his socks after I sang ten concerts for the benefit of the flu
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MELE
Hiya!
Cagangosto comes in with the bull in pursuit. As Mele kicks the desiccated head of the bull, it
CAGANGOSTO
MELE
Hiya!
CAGANGOSTO
MELE
Hiya!
CAGANGOSTO
Homer, Madam and the president, followed by Chucho and the calculator try to stop the
argument. A kick from Mele sends Cagangosto overboard as confusion reigns in the ship.
HOMER
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
What an honour! To have a kick from such a man is like winning the Nobel Prize
of football.
MADAM
CALCULATOR
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Your majesty has scored one thousand and one goals now.
MELE
Hiya!
As the sailors lower a boat down to the sea, the astronaut appears with a square wheel. He’s
counting: 25…24…23…22…21…
FIRST SAILOR
I see a shoe.
SECOND SAILOR
MELE
Hiya!
HOMER
FIRST SAILOR
MADAM
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
CALCULATOR
Why don’t you tie the cable to the ball for his majesty to kick it?
MELE
Hiya!
HOMER
HOMER
Hurry up!
FIRST SAILOR
CALCULATOR
MELE
Hiya!
Homer ties the ball to the rope and calls Mele, who is eating a banana.
Homer bows.
HOMER
Your majesty
MELE
Hiya!
HOMER
MELE
Hiya!
As king Mele kicks the ball, it goes faster than sound. The wig of the president also flies up in
the air.
FIRST SAILOR
It’s perfect.
MADAM
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He’s a genius!
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
Where is my wig?
MELE
Hiya!
FIRST SAILOR
MADAM
Thank God!
HOMER
FIRST SAILOR
SECOND SAILOR
FIRST SAILOR
They all hear a shout of horror. Madam runs to the bars without her bra.
MADAM
She faints.
HOMER
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
He cries.
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CALCULATOR
HOMER
He’s breathing!
The men leave the scene. Madam remains in a comatose state and takes off her pants. As the
A few sailors bring the headless body of Cagangosto on a stretcher. Homer comes behind them
HOMER
He needs oxygen.
FIRST SAILOR
SECOND SAILOR
We need Cobwebs.
PRESIDENT OD SALVACION
MADAM
She cries.
MADAM
HOMER
MADAM
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CALCULATOR
He could have lost his right arm. That would have been more terrible.
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
MELE
Hiya!
The astronaut walks on his hands across the scene and with a multicolour parachute tied to his
right foot.
HOMER
CALCULATOR
MADAM
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
HOMER
CALCULATOR
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
HOMER
It’s a miracle.
CUT TO
HOMER
MADAM
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
CALCULATOR
Madam sews the head, while the sailors put away all the things they’ve used to save the man’s
life.
FIRST SHARK
SECOND SHARK
FIRST SHARK
SECOND SHARK
FIRST SHARK
SECOND SHARK
CAGANGOSTO
Where am I?
HOMER
CAGANGOSTO
Who is me?
HOMER
I’m me.
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
CAGANGOSTA
Who is him?
HOMER.
CAGANGOSTO
I’m thirsty.
CALCULATOR
The calculator gives him the bottle and Cagangosto drinks everything.
MADAM
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PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
CALCULATOR
. I think the matador is better off now. Some bulls are very intelligent.
CAGANGOSTO
CALCULATOR
CAGANGOSTO
HOMER
I feel thirsty after the incident. Do you want another bottle of wine, matador?
CAGANGOSTO
Yes, man.
HOMER
I have good news for you. A helicopter with the Beatles on board is about to land
on the ship.
CAGANGOSTO
The Beatles?
MADAM
The Beatles??????
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
HOMER
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
MADAME
Homer shouts.
HOMER
Your majesty.
MELE
Hiya!
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
HOMER
CAGANGOSTO
MELE
Hiya!
MADAM
HOMER
He’s superman.
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CAGANGOSTO
CALCULATOR
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
MADAM
The astronaut moves across the scene pulling a tower with luminous lights as a siren goes on.
CALCULATOR
As Homer leaves the scene, the noise of the approaching helicopter fills everything.
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
MADAM
CAGANGOSTO
MADAM
AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
CAGANGOSTO
CALCULATOR
SAILOR
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
CAGANGOSTO
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
CAGANGOSTO
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
CAGANGOSTO
That astronaut is more stupid. He plays a science fiction game all the time.
Homer appears. He’s followed by a few people with long hair and wearing similar clothes as
some of them have electric guitars. The president of Salvacion rises to his feet.
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
The Beatles!
MADAM
The Beatles.
CAGANGOSTO
HOMER
Ladies and gentleman, these are the Beatles and their girlfriends.
They don’t say hello to anyone and sit in a circle on the floor.
ASTRONAUT
FIRST BEATLE
HOMER
He’s the astronaut Simpson. He’s the conqueror of the Martian mountains.
SECOND BEATLE
We are not interested in the girls Mr. Simpson has conquered. We want the same
FIRST GIRL
SECOND GIRL
I want LSD.
THIRD BEATLE
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
They’re geniuses.
Homer leaves the scene with one of the sailors as the calculator comes back.
CALCULATOR
CAGANGOSTO
MADAM
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
A few sailors come in with food, wine, cigarettes and multicoloured sweets. Homer appears
behind them.
HOMER
You have all kind of liquors here. I have brought blonde, brown, and Asian
marihuana. There are also different concentrations of opium plus LSD, mescaline,
They all applaud the host while the Beatles fiddle with their guitars.
CALCULATOR
As the guests help themselves to food and stimulants, Mele arrives behind the ball.
MELE
Hiya!
HOMER
MELE
Hiya!
CUT TO
SAILOR
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
SAILOR
HOMER
The sailor goes away as the Beatles smoke marihuana and take the other drugs.
CUT TO
The sailor brings the phone to the president and a man wearing a suit with decorations appears
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
MINISTER
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
MINISTER
The referee has made a penalty against our team, after twenty five minutes of
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
MINISTER
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I interrupt you, excellent president of the republic of Salvacion, to tell you with
respect that the penalty has been effective. We’re losing one to zero.
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
MINISTER
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
The astronaut moves across the scene holding two globes of different colours.
MINISTER
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
Keep me informed.
HOMER
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
Something awful has happened, dear Homer. In the football game for the final of
the Jules Rimmet cup, the Barujas team has scored a penalty. What an indignity!
The sacred emblem of my country has been dirtied by that bunch of idiots.
The voice of Madam singing with the Beatles floats around the ship.
CAGANGOSTO
CALCULATOR
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
I want to buy your arms again, Homer. My country is in danger and we can’t waist
HOMER
Yes, of course.
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
Assassins, BASTARDS!
CAGANGOSTO
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
CAGANGOSTO
Yes, man.
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
I’d like to do that but he’s a foreigner. He’d have to become a citizen of my
Country first.
I don’t think his country would want to lose such a jewel. It’s the same as if
Venezuela gave away its petrol, Japan its factories, England its queen, Argentina
its generals, Colombia the Tequendama Falls, Brazil the Amazon River or China
The Beatles are singing in a choir. The girls imitate Madam, and take off their clothes.
The President of Salvacion is on the phone again. The figure of the minister appears in the
screen.
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
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What’s happening?
MINISTER
I have the honour of informing your Excellency that the first time finished 1-0.
Seven members of our sporting agency have been killed, including the technical
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
MINISTER
Your Excellency, we dispatched a small plane. It flew over the stadium in the
capital of Bajuras, where it dropped a small bomb, killing a central judge and
four spectators.
A sailor puts a few papers on the table. The Beatles and the girls are naked now.
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
You’ll get more arms in a few minutes, but you must use what you have at the moment.
MINISTER
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
After the minister vows, the football field appears in the screen. Several men kick a ball, while
PRESENTER
The player of Salvacion at the right side of the field takes the ball. He passes it to
another one, who is stabbed by the central defence of Barujas as you can see.
The left defence of Salvacion points the machine gun towards the opposite goalie
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Bajuras is winning 1-0, as they come with the stretcher to pick up the wounded
from the floor. The left defence of Bajuras is dead. The referee, who replaced the
one killed during the first time, calls the substitute. You can see the new player
What an interesting game! Ladies and gentlemen, this is getting red hot. There
are hundreds of dead people in the stands as the Salvacion army invades the
As Mele kicks his ball against the telephone, it breaks in a thousand pieces.
MELE
Hiya!
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
No, man.
HOMER
What a problem.
CALCULATOR
CAGANGOSTO
It was so interesting.
PRESIDENT OF SALVACION
HOMER
I have the contract ready for your majesty to sign. You can travel in a helicopter
straight away.
The Beatles and the girls sing and dance naked, as Homer picks up the papers from the table
The astronaut climbs up a wall. Then he drops down into a net, he had put there before.
HOMER
The Beatles sing noisily while Cagangosto climbs on the table and dances flamenco.
Homer looks after his instruments, as king Mele kicks his ball about.
They all fall down on the floor a few moments later, except Mele, who runs away kicking his
HOMER
Thank you everyone. I have just recorded the greatest moment in the century.
The nuns
Two men wearing long gowns sit on the top deck of a yacht. One of them is a big man with an
even bigger stomach, a crown on his head and rings on his gingers.
The other one doesn’t have a crown on his head but he has a few pendants with crosses around
his neck.
They drink cups of tea while looking at the dark sea under the light of the full moon. Some
cups are on the table along with a plate full of cakes and biscuits.
CARDINAL
It’s nice of Homer to let us hide in his floating mansion after the Beatles have gone.
BISHOP
CARDINAL
He gets my blessings.
They drink their cups of tea. The cardinal takes one of the cakes as crumbs fall down his gown
A nun wearing a blue tunic with matching head gear moves towards them while pushing a few
SISTER CAMILLA
CARDINAL
We were talking about Homer’s generosity. He let us use his boat while ignoring
the general.
SISTER CAMILLA
BISHOP
He’s a hero.
SISTER CAMILLA
She sits at the table and takes a cup of tea as Fifi appears in the scene. She wears a transparent
BISHOP
FIFI
Fifi shakes hands with the priests and hugs Sister Camilla. A tall nun wearing the same clothes
SISTER ROSA
CARDINAL
Sister Rosa pours herself a cup of hot coffee, takes a biscuit from the plate and sits next to
Sister Camilla as Homer appears accompanied by a young woman dressed in combat clothes.
She’s tall with long legs, black hair and false eye lashes.
HOMER
SISTER CAMILLA
HOMER
HOMER
This is Amelia. She is the head of the revolutionary movement of our country.
AMELIA
I have seen your face in the papers. You must be the wife of the general.
Fifi nods.
FIFI
AMELIA
HOMER
A sailor appears with a tray full of glasses plus two bottles of wine and puts everything on the
table.
HOMER
CARDINAL
HOMER
FIFI
AMELIA
A sailor goes around replenishing cups of tea and coffee and pours gin and tonic in the girls’
AMELIA
Dear comrades. We have to talk about freedom. Our countries must be governed by people
who don’t slave and torture their fellow human beings in the name of bigotry.
AMELIA
They applaud.
HOMER
AMELIA
It’s God’s fight, Uncle Homer. We must win over the people who kill and torture us.
HOMER
As he claps his hands, a few women wearing uniforms salute them military style.
AMELIA
Attention!
AMELIA
AMELIA
Rest now.
They disperse as Amelia sips her drink. Homer hugs her, feeling around her bosom.
CARDINAL
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BISHOP
AMELIA
FIFI
CUT TO
As music comes out of the loudspeakers, Homer dances with Amelia while Sister Camilla and
Sister Rosa dance with each other. The bishop, the cardinal and Fifi sip their drinks.
The army women sit in a circle and spin a bottle on the floor. Every time it stops, one of them
has to take their clothes off, while the four members of the clergy try to ignore them. The
cardinal looks at the girls’ breasts as Sister Rosa shakes her head and holds her rosary.
SISTER ROSA
CARDINAL
SISTER CAMILLE
CUT TO
Chucho writes on his notebook under the light of his lamp as someone knocks at the door.
FIFI (O.S)
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As Fifi opens the door and steps in the untidy room, she sees papers covering the floor while
FIFI
CHUCHO
FIFI
CHUCHO
I know
Fifi caresses his fur and kisses his mouth while he writes.
CHUCHO
FIFI
CHUCHO
CHUCHO
FIFI
As she kisses his fur, Chucho’s eyes are fixed in the manuscript.
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CHUCHO
FIFI
CHUCHO
Fireworks go up the sky and the air has a pinkish hue as smoke rises to the stars.
The women are naked while the cardinal, the bishop and the nuns pray.
HOMER
AMELIA
EVERYONE
Hurrah!
The music starts again and the girls dance with each other. Amelia approaches the cardinal
SISTER ROSA
AMELIA
HOMER
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CUT TO
HOMER
AMELIA
I’ll sign a cheque for the ammunitions and the tanks, Uncle Homer.
She sits at the table, her breasts trembling as she writes on the cheque.
AMELIA
The naked girls intone a revolutionary song, holding hands as Homer pours champagne in the
glasses. Then the girls come to the table for their drinks.
AMELIA
To the revolution.
CARDINAL
HOMER
CARDINAL
I won’t be here.
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Miguel
I’m Miguel and I had arrived at Homer’s yacht with Jaramillo, who wanted to talk to the
intelligent chimpanzee in the floating paradise, but it looked more like a floating shop.
Chucho’s owner gave me a letter that I delivered to Homer on the first day. Everything was not
bad as I said before. The liquor, the women and drugs were first class. Stupid bosses,
industrialists, sexy and frigid women and lesbians wanted something from Homer. Some
people went there on business and the rest for the same thing but Homer always kept something
from them. Amelia and her women had just left the yacht, and Fifi had flown there after the
The arms of a Russian duchess in exile had received me on the first day. Duchesses are the
same as maids, but this one had beautiful breasts, like a couple of doves with rosy beaks. I
could never understand why the communists had thrown her out of the country instead of
congregated on deck as fireworks went up the sky, leaving a trail amidst the clouds.
She held my hands against her bosom, warm with desire. I didn’t know how I could love
someone I had just met in the yacht. Once I had a wife and a family but Homer’s money had
finished with all of that, leaving me on my own through life. I didn’t want an affair to mar my
life during my time in the yacht. I had looked after the shop by the market and had to work
hard to earn my money many years ago, when I had a family to feed. I couldn’t rest one
minute, or Homer wouldn’t have paid me my wages, and I used to spend my life counting the
On looking up, I came face to face with a chimpanzee dressed as a sailor, pushing a try
towards my chest while showing me his teeth. We stared at each other for a few moments,
when everything else around me had stopped and the duchess didn’t interrupt us. Chucho had
fascinated me ever since the first moment I had met him. He had shown his intelligence when
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doing his duties in a ship full of strange characters. Holding one of the glasses in the tray, I
took a sip of the strong aguardiente Homer had bought from somewhere in the Caribbean.
Showing me his teeth, he moved away from us, his legs struggling to keep the balance on
the floor. It had to be hard for a two legs walking chimp aboard a ship but he managed fine.
I knew about all the things happening in Homer’s yacht, far stranger than any talking chimp
or anything else for that matter. Offering his tray full of drinks to most of the guests taking the
sun by the pool, Chucho looked like a child learning how to walk but he didn’t seem to care.
Showing his teeth, he uttered a greeting in perfect Spanish, his hands reaching for the
tumblers left in the tray. I thought he wanted them drunk or he just had to fetch more
He wobbled about the deck grinning at everyone, his eyes framed by his fur. His sailor’s suit
must have belonged to a child before him, while he wore a hat with blue and white stripes.
Shaking his head, Chucho moved away, leaving a trail of water on the floor. He must have
stepped on a puddle in his way through the deck. I saw him wobbling through the corridor
towards the kitchen in the lower deck, his short legs trying to keep the balance.
I showed her the pictures I had taken of my trip to the mountains, where I had met a few
remarkable people. She liked the parrot and the snake, trying to keep warm in people’s beds
As my duchess looked at her reflection in the mirror adorning the wall, she twirled around
adjusting her bikini in the right places. Satisfied with her body, she did a few exercises while
standing in the same place and touching her toes without bending her waist. She had to keep
her weight or otherwise she might not fit in the beautiful dresses she had bought from Homer
during the years. Then she left the taste of lipstick in my lips, before moving towards the bar,
“I know.”
I had forgotten all about the tall man sitting by our side and drinking orange juice with some
tablets as a protection against seasickness. The journalist held a roll of papers, held together
with a paper clip. I had seen them before in Homer’s shop, when he used to study them for
Jaramillo nodded. “He thinks they keep the knowledge of everything in the world.”
“Why?”
I couldn’t stop looking at the lines mixing with the white spaces in the page and giving me a
headache. Jaramillo hoped Professor Alvarez from the National University would send an
I thought the journalist had gone mad but I had something to do in the yacht, distracting me
from everything else. Homer had thought the jungle controlled his life through his invisible
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friend. I never thought a few papers would provoke so much controversy, but then Homer
appeared with my duchess. After putting a few drinks on the table, she sat by my side.
“I don’t mind.”
As he left the table, my duchess sat on my lap, while searching for my hands. I don’t how
“What trophies?”
“He had a matador called Cagangosto, who likes to collect the heads of bulls.”
Looking at the clouds covering the sun, I thought the fine weather might end now or the
“It will rain for tomorrow,” Homer said. “The weatherman said.”
Homer sipped his drink as the sun struggled to appear behind the clouds- It had to rain
sometimes in the Caribbean Sea- and he took off his clothes while the orchestra played a
tango.
He danced around the place wearing nothing, apart from a bracelet and his hat. I don’t know
what women found in him, but they cheered and clapped their hands. After the girls had taken
off their clothes, the top deck looked like a nudist camp, as Homer pranced around the deck like
a kangaroo.
I saw her dancing naked amongst crowd, her nipples moving up and down, as she lost
“I don’t know.”
Pulling my underpants, we formed a circle around the pool, while the sound of the music
Eureka
I forgot all about Chucho and his quest in my sessions with my duchess, when we lost
ourselves in a fog of love and marihuana in our cabin. The rays of the sun came through the
curtains making funny shapes on the floor as I woke up later. It was a day like any other in
Homer’s yacht. The sailors hurried along the corridors, while I rested on the duchess’ ample
bosom. As I opened the curtains, I saw the blue sea under the morning sun. A sailor knocked
at the door.
I admired the duchess’ body as she put her swimming costume on her bronzed skin. We
made love again and by the time we went outside, breakfast had finished. Homer held hands
with a blond girl, who had a big bust as his diary lay on the table.
My duchess jumped on the pool and did a few backstrokes, but then she floated on the water
Homer nodded with the pen in his hand, looking a bit tired after all the fun we had the night
before. The sun reigned supreme above us, while my duchess dried herself with a big towel,
looking more tanned than ever. She must have forgotten her sun cream or our star had more
power today.
Her tongue searching for mine, we had a long kiss full of saliva and germs. I hoped nothing
would end the best day of my life for a long time. Holding my hands, the duchess, caressed my
face suntanned by the ultraviolet rays of the sun. Then one of the sailors came towards us.
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Nodding, the duchess sat next to Homer. I had a last look at them, before following the
sailor down the ramp and towards the lower deck. I found the journalist in Chucho’s cabin,
He must have lost his sanity, running around the room, and stepping on the books piled on
the floor. Then I remembered that word from my school days, when I had learned everything
in the world.
“I don’t understand.”
The chimpanzee’s short legs bent every time he jumped on the bed like a yoyo, while
shouting strange words. Some more books fell at my feet, dust rising in the air like a volcano
I held Chucho’s long arms but he escaped as Jaramillo ran after him. I wanted to know why
he had gone back to his wild state, forgetting everything he had learned during the years.
“Eureka,” he said.
Looking at the pages on the bed, I saw words in another language. They couldn’t be
Chucho screamed, waving his arms in the air. A few more people had come in the room,
As we followed him along the corridor, I thought he had tried some of Homer’s marihuana
or perhaps L.S.D. Then he climbed up the mast, his small body framed against the sky.
“Eureka,” he said.
We saw lights floating amidst the clouds, bringing confusion to the yacht. Homer must have
started another round of fireworks to entertain us. A man of many talents, he loved improvising
A white mantle of fog had descended over the world, as colours exploded in the air in the
best display I had ever seen. Homer was a genius. Then one of the sailors appeared holding a
radio.
We heard the presenter talking of a world in chaos: “Astronomers think our star might
explode as a nova. The word means new, because stars appear in the sky, where nothing was
there before. If this is true, we have an alarm to transmit all over the world. The
communication satellites have disappeared that’s why we have put together all the radio
People took cover in the rooms below deck, as Homer tried to reach the mast where Chucho
“Eureka.”
“According to the latest news, the sun is pulsating,” the presenter said. “Our sun seems to
have more energy that its size requires but we must keep calm. Most of the victims have
happened because of the general panic. Many people have died inside the churches here in
Bogotá and the authorities have decided to shut them. The rest of the country must do the same
thing.”
The world had turned nasty in a few moments, but I still thought Homer had improvised the
whole thing. He must have asked someone to record the radio program earlier in the morning
I thought of the tribe living throughout the ages, before a stranger had killed them in the
I saw lights dancing in the heavens, as the beautiful day turned nasty, the waves taking the
More lights danced in the heavens as the presenter talked of a world in chaos.
“The country has awoken today to a rare phenomenon, caused by the sun pulsating,
according to the experts. Many people have died in the confusion, but we beg you to keep
calm.”
The voice in the radio urged us to keep away from the sea, making us more nervous. I
remained with my duchess, while the world collapsed around us in a symphony of colours.
My duchess held my hands as the sky roared in cosmic tones and everyone went mad.
“This is the national radio with the number one news at the moment,” the presenter said.
“It’s raining in Bogotá. Attention! An electric storm has developed over the city, with rain and
hail.”
It also rained on the yacht, thunder echoing around us, while fingers of light played above
our heads.
My duchess couldn’t take her eyes off the sky, excited by the beautiful colours drifting like a
carrousel on fire.
“Marihuana, L.S.D or heroin had never given me such sensations,” she said.
“I know.”
“Homer won’t tell us how he prepares the cocktails,” she said. “It must be an oriental
mystery.”
We wondered what could be happening to the world while listening to the radio and
“We give you an extraordinary bulletin,” the presenter said. “The sun will explode in a
nova. The word means new, because sometimes a star appears where nothing was there
before.”
Homer wrote amidst the fog and the lights, while the voice in the radio told us to be calm.
Appearing amidst the fog, Atenagoras looked pale, his hair falling over his face.
Taking Homer aside, they conferred for a few moments, the lights dancing in the sky like a
carrousel of fire. He must have hired another boat for the best spectacle I had ever seen in my
life.
I saw a fountain of blue light, evaporating slowly like a Christmas decoration amongst the
fog.
“It’s superb.”
“You’re mad.”
“Where’s my cup?”
“Let’s dance.”
“Hurrah to Homer.”
The fog had thickened, and hail fell over the world. My duchess held my hands, as Homer
appeared amidst the fog, followed by Chucho, his fur looking dirty.
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“You have to lie down on the floor in a safe place as I say the words: we have seven
minutes,” the presenter said. “That is when the explosion of the sun will reach us.”
We had some more L.S.D, and I drank a bottle of good wine in the arms of my duchess, the
arch of fire spreading around the heavens. I enjoyed the spectacle above us while lying in her
lap.
“We must keep calm,” the presenter said. “Most of the victims have happened because of
the general panic. It doesn’t look good in New York, where the skyscrapers have disappeared
under the fog. They have lost communications with all space craft in Houston. We don’t know
the number of ships and planes involved in accidents as confusion reigns on earth.”
Then the presenter spoke again. “You must lie somewhere safe when we say the words: we
Then Homer told us all about his birth under the dark sun, when the doctors had looked at
Homer went quiet, while I reflected in our present situation of dead and doom. He wanted
to impress his guests in his yacht full of pyrotechnic prowess. The seven minutes must have
been arranged by his wizards of space and time, as the richest man on earth entertained his
guests.
“We have some more news,” the presenter interrupted. “The planet Mercury has exploded.
I didn’t want to hear anymore things. Homer’s powers of deceit had made us blind to the
“We have seven minutes,” the presenter said. “Attention all the world. We have seven
minutes!!”
Holding the duchess hands, I wondered what else would happen now. Homer had to stop
this charade of frightening us to death while the countdown went on in the radio and the sky
Thunder rumbled about us, as the waves lifted the boat up and down. He must have
managed to organise the bad weather with his money. Homer could be so cunning.
“I can’t.”
I remember the little man coming to see him all those years ago. He couldn’t be the cause of
everything. Putting the radio on the floor, Homer prayed to someone, while a few moons
appeared in the sky. I admired the beautiful view amidst the lights and the fog. It would be a
Prologue
Homer awakes in another land, as a moon with spots of different colours shines in the sky.
Sitting up on the floor, he thinks it must be his shop by the market, while Miguel sells to the
customers.
Looking at the moon shining over the world amongst the shadows of the trees, he feels
frightened for his life. He has never got used to his night terrors, even if he had many of them
during the years. Then Jose appears amidst the mist coming over the world.
Holding his truck, Jose moves closer to him, his freckles visible in the moonlight.
“Where is Kam?”
Homer thinks of the day Uncle Hugh appeared in the middle of lunch amidst the debris of
his life and the end of time. On moving amidst the darkness, he finds some papers and other
things in the floor. He reads Miguel’s description of the end of time inside the yacht.
Civilisation has ended, leaving him with his night terrors. Seeking refuge from the weather
in a world of darkness, he crouches inside one of the huts, while covering himself with some
Sitting by his side, Jose runs his truck along the floor.
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Then everything falls into place, as Homer remembers floating in his mother’s womb and
the death of a nation. The child born under the dark sun has completed his life cycle. The
Indians, the boats, the widows and the manuscripts make sense.
“I don’t understand.”
As the wind gathers force and the trees move under the hurricane, Homer goes back in time
to the backyard with its muddy floor, and the sun careering through the sky in its journey to
Armageddon...
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