The year I lived in La Paz, The shadow of Mount Illimani wrapped my nights and the vociferous who jaraneban my mornings. One rose with lead eyelashes, surf crashing against the wall, to see how the city sun suddenly you fell on the bleak certainty of not having slept more than a couple of hours.
In La Paz no sleep, At least it does not sleep well in the sense that there is a lot of height and above all there are many bars, And the bars make a lot of noise and sometimes one enters and then it does not know well when it will come out. The Flor de Caña is entangled between the legs you mordisqueándote playful bass pants until you look at the clock and see that you only have three hours to go to Curran.
It was a fiesta Paris, La Paz especially in his morning was a wake
It was a fiesta Paris, La Paz especially in his morning was a wake. One stood in a small stall for breakfast one Salta and saw a procession of corpses. Yes exquisite corpses, UN workers young, cooperating thousand mothers and embassies trastabillaban fellows like zombies through the streets of the city diligent and responsible. The future of the First World, the cream of young European professional. Some were handled with the same vigor at that time, As if instead of going to the office they had just left after. We had positions of such high responsibility and we had to take it so seriously that from Monday to Friday we decided to spend the whole year drunk.
We greeted each other with slight inclinations, Sometimes we discreetly turned our heads, shame because the young dressed and seriote, clean, of good family and crossing Madrid now by your side, just hours before it was a UN official unbridled dancing atop a bar stool. If you were with friends the matter was different, You greet you with effusion and you stopped in the corner to sniff your wounds, but well and how much have you slept? Le soltabas between envy and pity, Turning were saying, - This fine today goes to the job, safe brawl! And life was going well. Under these conditions cross 70 meters that separated my house from the office, became a real odyssey. Facing two infernal avenues such as enraged dragons of the diverse traffic traffic could be somewhat absolutely bleak according to what days and conditions.
He ran down the sidewalk desperately looking for a place where he had at least one 10% chance of preserving life across
I remember that it was my second day of work, went to the office and jovial and expansive, running directly from a bar, when trying to cross the street, I was shocked, paralyzed, unable to dive into that nonsense rolling. As it gets your foot in the water to see if it's cold, He ran down the sidewalk desperately looking for a place where he had at least one 10% chance of preserving life across. After ten minutes of skipping ridiculous sunglasses with nose drops to, dark circles and showing the size of a condor, The cholitas who sold peanuts in the corner began to wiggle their sad heads, making sure they were in front of another kara (target) obvious signs of mental retardation.
When I was considering a dignified exit, or the ability to call the official to say he was sick and on my second day, a pair of shadows suddenly attacked me from behind and grabbed me by the armpits. - "Go, which lacked, express kidnapping hangover breakfast!, And I've only been two days!- I thought with resignation. I was preparing the wallet and excuses to tell me that I had spent everything in Cuba free, when I looked at my captors, I crawled toward suicide and runaway insurance paceño traffic.
But seem real or at least as real as it may seem a zebra that moves on two legs
And there were; Huge, cheerful and scratched ... two zebras! At that moment my life and spent all past sins. There had to be very good to have that bundled delirium tremens at nine o'clock. But seem real or at least as real as it may seem a zebra that moves on two legs. Feeling how in Mogambo I opted to address my right -But uncle ... You are a zebra! The zebras stopped and for a moment did not know whether to laugh or give me a coz right there. In the end they grabbing each of one arm they decided to help me cross the street. And so, cantando el Hakuna Matata, went dodging combis, Bikes, trucks and other devil artifact.
Terrified I got to work still feeling my neurons, In La Paz, There zebras! I announced triumphant upon entering. My boss, a Chilean seventy years was beginning to suspect that he had slipped into the office a horse full of Greeks, looked at me sternly - What you say crap Vaquerizo?,- That yes, majísimas two zebras that have helped me to cross the street, I swear!-When she was already Aerosur calling to ask about the first flight back to Madrid, my fellow Bolivians interceded and explained that in effect in La Paz had zebras.
Young students from the City Theater School regulated quadrupeds every day the disastrous traffic of the city
The mayor of La Paz as a measure to make the traffic-respecting pedestrians and crosswalks had decided that these would .... Yes, Vap readers have guessed what, nothing better than a real zebras. So young students from the City Theater School regulated quadrupeds every day the disastrous traffic of the city. In striped couples almost always saw them by the Santa Isabel, the 20 October or Prado stopping cars, making morisquetas and helping to cross the street to old people and young professionals curds and homeless.
From that day in particularly difficult morning I stopped on the sidewalk, well my pants fit, put hands on hips and waited contact savior of my beloved equines. Then, I let me wicked for them sweetly while trucks roared as we pass as fierce lions of Serengeti and I with the exultant heart of bliss and relief sang in full lung, ¡Hakuna Matata, without worrying about is how to live ...!
