She met him when she was going to withdraw money from the ATM.. He was typing his pin number when someone behind him yelled at him.: get it out of there, If the bank doesn't keep it! He, that he didn't expect it, he was startled. Then, He discreetly turned around in order to find out where those voices were coming from.. The other man was sitting on a bench that was a few meters from the ATM.. At a glance, It would have been difficult to estimate his age. He looked over fifty, that's for sure. Sixty, however, they seemed too many. Its appearance, although it was not threatening, It didn't inspire him either., at first, a lot of confidence. His skin was dark from the sun., the wrinkles on his face marked as if someone had sculpted them with a knife. He was a thin man, something that highlighted the clothes he was wearing and that seemed to be too big for him. dark hair, limp, greasy, conveyed the idea that hygiene was not among their priorities. Willing not to be carried away by prejudices, He preferred to discreetly ignore him with the idea of not attracting his attention.. This way he will leave me alone, it was said.
They want it all for themselves!, the man continued shouting. They are not satisfied with anything. They take away your house. They take your car. They take away your family. They take everything away from you. They take you away, even, your name. ¡Eh!, told him. He looked at him out of the corner of his eye., but he didn't answer. He had entered the credit card PIN incorrectly and the screen demanded that he repeat the operation. Oye, what is your name?, the man asked him. But he, overwhelmed, confused, he didn't play along. Eh, kid, told him. I'm talking to you. What is your name? Since I didn't say anything, the other continued doing his thing. You don't know, ¿eh? Or don't you remember? The man laughed. do you see it?, said. It's not that you don't remember. You think you don't remember, but that's not it. They have taken it from you. What sons of bitches. riffraff!, shout. They are all in cahoots. Yes I will know. And do you know why I know? ¡Eh, I tell you! I'm talking to you! What am I saying if you know?. The boy tried to remember the card pin number again. I was sure it was the one I had posted before., but, how they had rejected him, I was starting to doubt. Because I worked for them, the man continued. What... How have you been?? The man laughed again.. Didn't you expect it?? Claaaaaaro, have you thought, with that look what the hell is he going to work. Nah, you have no fucking idea. People have no fucking idea what's going on.. Those, those from the bank, do you know what they are? They are rats. No, sorry. They are worse than rats. Rats have more empathy than that bunch of bastards, I tell you.
Finally he took the risk, dialed the number and waited. But they are not the only ones, don't believe it. Do you know who else are rats? The politicians. Those are rats too. Worse than those at the bank, I would tell you. Well-what am I saying-they're-going to be-worse-than-those-in-the-bank-they-are-the-equal, he said to himself on the run, the man. There they are. But if they live like kings, Pussy. And while, the town, the people, to swallow. To pay taxes. And pay the electricity. and the water. And come and give it. And what do they do? Nothing at all. Talk and talk and talk. They talk all fucking day, the bastards. They don't shut up even under water. Total, so that? to make us dizzy. They have us confused with so many words here and there. So there is no one to clarify. and the people there, ala, to vote. But, so that?, I say to myself. Do you know one thing? They invented this virus shit to scare us. If my mother already said it. Do you know what my mother said? And he who had seen that the screen again told him that the pin was wrong, he turned to the man, now a little more nervous. Do you know what he said?, repeated the other, indifferent to that grim look they gave him. He said, “sending is very easy, anyone does that. The difficult thing is creating community”. What do you think?, The man said, looking him straight in the eyes.. Do you think these people know how to create community?? why not? They have no fucking idea.
Frustrated by the second attempt to dial the card code and somewhat overwhelmed by the man's constant chatter, started to lose patience. He only had one try left. If he made a mistake with the number again, the card would be completely canceled. No fucking idea, the man repeated. And who defends us from so many sons of bitches that are on the loose?? The police? Nah, those are some orders. Do the judges? They are like politicians, all corrupt. Do the journalists? ¡Vaya!, he exclaimed, and he started laughing again. And he who was about to put the number in the ATM, stopped. Go bastards too, the man said. I don't read the newspapers anymore. Not one. I don't even watch television. Television makes you dumb, He said putting his index finger on his temple.. it puts you to sleep. It's all lies. Or they don't tell the whole truth. My mother already said it: “worse than not knowing, It is half knowing.” Go ahead and screw them all. Do you know what I would do? Yo, if it were the people, bueno, I am people, I mean real people, you, the people, I would go out to the street and make them a good chicken. He put the first number. He tried to concentrate and dared with the second. After, the third. In the distance I heard, without understanding anymore, what the man's voice said. The fourth. Wait. The screen said: the number is wrong. Sorry, He took out the card from the ATM and headed down the street.. Behind him the man was still sitting on the same bench. ¡Eh, kid! what happened to you? He didn't answer her. They have kept everything, yes? I already told you! If you don't pay attention to anything, Pussy. I don't even know why you study so much if then they put it aside. Eh, kid. What is your name? and the man, serious. GERARDO LEON
