The occasion is painted bald, says the saying. So many days of confinement gave them the opportunity to face that deep cleaning of the house so many times proposed and postponed later.. Yes, when you want. That now I don't feel like it. Today I am very tired. That was the plan. But now they had no excuses. State of Alarm declared, If there was one thing they had, it was a lot of free time..
They started in the living room. There they collected memories of the first days, when they moved into the apartment after leaving their parents' house once and for all. under the chairs, They found that original idea of what they thought their lives would be like in a period of ten years and they found that things looked a little similar., quite, but they found unfulfilled gaps of what they had dreamed of then. Behind a shelf, They stumbled upon a couple of anecdotes they had already forgotten, like that time they moved all the furniture to try a different layout and after two weeks suffering from the inconveniences, they went back to the original, unable to recognize that it had been a mistake. Or that month they spent without television and talked to each other like never before, and read several books, little by little, before going to bed, and then, when they told them that they already had it fixed, They had liked the experience so much that they did not want to pick it up for another month., and when they did, they forgot to continue talking as before and to read books for a while or to stay silent just to listen to all the noises that the house made., the footsteps of those upstairs, the music of the son of those below or the creaking of the ceiling and walls. under the coffee table, They stumbled over all the times she had fallen asleep on his shoulder and, by removing the chairs from the table where they ate every day, They found all those others in which he had fallen asleep in her arm or the two of them had fallen asleep together without finishing watching that movie they said they wanted to see so badly..
in the bedroom, after taking out all the clothes, They removed images of dinners with friends, hundreds, if not thousands of drinks they had in many other bars and pubs in the city and in many other cities that they had visited over the years., all of this wrapped up in counting the kilos they had gained over time and which no longer allowed them to wear certain clothes again.. in a drawer, They found all the times she had kicked him to stop snoring., and in the chest at the foot of the bed all the other times he had kicked her for the same reason.. From a loft, They took out a box that kept, wrapped in winter clothes, all the reproaches that had been made for making noise when getting in or out of bed when the other was already sleeping. Scrambled, almost made a skein difficult to undo, They found in another box all those other times that one of the two had had their alarm go off early.. In the dresser they collected each of the nights in which one or the other had stayed up awake due to some worry., to end up waking up the person next to him because he couldn't find the position and look for, want, to ask him, is something wrong with you?, are you OK?, and then provoke him to say some words of comfort that would help him fall exhausted., leaving the other awake in his place.
In the kitchen, after vigorously rubbing the tiles, They rescued that occasion when a mouse came out of who knows where and she ran into the living room shouting “how disgusting”, “do something”, without thinking for a moment (They hadn't lived together that long yet and they lacked experience.) that he was even more disgusted than her and that he was not going to touch that live animal for anything in the world.. When removing the refrigerator, They stumbled upon that day when she almost burned down the kitchen after leaving an empty pot on the fire.. When scratching the counter, They cleaned up with relief that time when she took to making muffins (o muffins), that she had held on tightly to when he started playing with food and trying to make a lot of dishes that needed a lot of strange ingredients that he wouldn't know what to do with and that almost always ended up expiring along with his first paella., the first stew they ate, the first potato omelet that, Of course, it didn't look like anything (and it would never look like) to those made by their respective mothers.
in the bathroom, after a lot of rubbing and rubbing, they managed to disembed (They were very attached) all the times the heater had failed while they were showering, or when they had run out of gel at the least opportune time, or all those other times he dragged her out because he couldn't wait any longer, the many times she was late while getting ready to go out anywhere, when one of us had finished the tube of toothpaste and had forgotten to buy a replacement and other things like that. It must be said that, in the middle of all this mess of situations and emotions, They also collected other types of much more intimate memories that, out of modesty, They were quickly thrown into the garbage bag before anyone could reach into them in an indecorous manner..
The problem came when they got into the studio. Over there, after pulling out memories of trips to other countries and Christmas vacations, Easter and summers on the beach, between the pages of some adventure books, They found some childhood memories that had been brought to the apartment from their previous life, when they didn't live together and long before, almost at the beginning of their lives. That was his downfall. The problem with childhood memories is that they are very treacherous because they envelop you in a very pleasant state of harmony with the world., They absorb you in such a way that they can drag you to the bottom of your memory, which can be very complicated if you suffer from a particularly sensitive character.. Without realizing it, they let themselves be enveloped by a tsunami of sensations too pure for his age (they were past thirty). First they felt free again to fool around without being embarrassed, which seemed like a luxury in these times. Then, An impression of unlimited desire took hold of them that made them dizzy as if they were two drunks at the height of their drunkenness.. Suddenly, They felt that they wanted this and that and the other thing from beyond and they perceived that, if no one gave it to him, they would throw a good, liberating tantrum. But that was when the feeling of indifference to the future took over., when they felt really lost. They didn't expect that. Suddenly, everything didn't matter to them, even the cleaning that they had started and did not finish. They would leave it for another time. GERARDO LEON
