In all fantasy stories there is usually a door that takes you to a magical world. As is known, This door is usually found in a wooden closet, richly carved, which is located in a large bedroom where the protagonist sleeps or, according to the story we are talking about, on the wall of some dark corner in the attic of a stately mansion. In our case, like a good Spanish middle class family, This door was in a resin closet that we had on the balcony where we kept the broom., the mocho and other cleaning products that we bought on sale at a Leroy Merlin that we have very close at hand in an industrial estate near our house. What did my mother say?, when it was known what the whole thing was about, that there was nothing to be ashamed of, and that magic was not a matter of social classes, as we hint, What happens is that in stories they like to make everything more beautiful to hook the reader..
How we found that secret door we owe it to the purest chance. I was that morning, I don't know what day of confinement, my sister and my mother arguing about anything, when, in one of those outbursts that my sister often has, He waved his hand and threw the coffee pot onto the kitchen floor.. The mess that the girl caused was phenomenal.. Total, That's when my mother became really furious. (y, this time, justly) and he sent my sister to pick up the kid to pick up the mess. And why do I have to do it??, my sister protested. By idiot, It seems that my mother told him in an outburst that she had and that she was later going to regret. (My mother always regrets her outbursts of temper.). And there my sister left, also made a basilisk, And what if that was unfair?, and that it hadn't been his fault and everything he always says. But, after a few minutes, we realized that he did not return. and my mother, He looked for her everywhere and was already starting to worry., He said he couldn't explain where he had hidden in such a small apartment.. And then, He thought to see if the stupid girl had gone out into the street out of anger., when, just as it had disappeared, my sister showed up again.
Where have you been?, my mother snapped, even more angry. and she, you won't believe what happened to me, he answered. and my mother, for not slapping him, that by desire it would not be, he put up with the whole thing. That she had gone to look for the mocho, as my mother had ordered, but then, as if by magic, He had gone inside the closet on the balcony and, without knowing how, had appeared somewhere else. and my mother, who began to suspect that they were kidding him, He told him to clean up the coffee and stop the nonsense.. But my sister didn't stop, who had traveled to another world, said. And when we were starting to think if she had gone crazy, nos condujo hasta el armario, abrió la puerta y, ante nuestras propias narices, se metió dentro y desapareció de nuevo.
Nos quedamos de una pieza. Pero claro, superado el lógico desconcierto inicial, todos quisimos probar a ver cómo era aquello. La primera en cruzar la puerta tras mi hermana, fue mi madre. Volvió al cabo de una hora. La mujer estaba encantada con la experiencia. Que qué bonito que era eso, said. Que nunca había visto nada igual. Y tan limpio. Y tan bien cuidado. Daba gusto. No como aquí, que las calles están hechas una pena de tan sucias que las tenemos siempre. ¿Y la gente? Qué educada, remarcó. Allí todo el mundo te saluda, aunque no te conozcan. Y luego nos soltó una larga perorata sobre lo atrasados que estamos en este país. What education tells us, and ways, and how much we have lost and that we are not going anywhere. Then, my father got involved, that was a little longer, like the hours. When he came back he said yes, that was good. That my mother was right and that it was very pretty and all that., but the food was really crap, since at home you don't eat anywhere (not even with so much variety) and why did he want to go to another world where, no matter how beautiful it was, he hadn't lost anything. and my mother, who was still enchanted by everything she had seen in that fantasy world that was on the other side of the balcony closet door, He got angry with him and told him to his face how little curiosity he had to know new things., and how clear, that's how it was for them, That for once I had the chance to travel for free, I also had to put some inconvenience to it. But I think my mother got even angrier., when my stupid sister took his side. Yes, what, at first, it was fine, but then it wasn't that big of a deal, said the girl in the middle of the discussion (I don't know why he got in the way). And that was when my mother told him point blank that he should be careful what he said if he didn't want to end up like her., pointing out of the corner of my eye at my father who had already fallen asleep on the dining room sofa and to whom, in a very subtle way, but clear, called, literally, “show” (married to a monstrosity, was what he said).
And if you want me to tell you the truth, me to that world that was on the other side of the balcony closet door, I didn't see anything special either. Yes, that the dragons (It's not the same to see them live as on TV.) and the whole magic thing, it was very good. I was especially struck by some very curious beings that lived underground and had a very original way of communicating., as with a kind of song. These poor beings lived hidden under the ground to protect themselves, as some fairies informed me, of some flying bugs that ate them at the slightest distraction they had. But, apart from that, There was nothing about that world that interested me much.. Nothing, at least, that I would not have seen (if not same, very similar) in some video game. If we talk in terms of special effects (although, everything being real here, I don't think that was the most correct expression to describe it.), some of the things I saw seemed to me, even, a little tatty.
In the end, what, like i said, the novelty is over, At home we immediately lost interest in the other world. Yes indeed, for getting some money, My father decided that we could charge an entrance fee to anyone who wanted to visit him.. To publicize the business, we have set up a website. We charge twenty bucks per session, I don't think it's a lot of money for everything we offer.. At the moment, The response has not been bad and we have collected quite a few good comments on the networks. (there is always some idiot who sneaks in to criticize us, but we make up for it with the opinions we put in ourselves from various accounts fake that we have opened). The problem is that I think the bargain is going to end soon.. And it is that, how could it be otherwise, On the other side of the balcony closet door, we have already received some complaints due to some uncivil behavior on the part of some of the clients we sent them.. But despite the threats, We have not allowed ourselves to be intimidated and we have already told the people of that world that, if you have any problem, Talk to a lawyer and sue us. Total, what can they do? After all, the closet is ours. How are they going to take it away from us?? As they say there (There is always someone willing to snitch on their own.), It seems that the queen of that world has made a formal request to an assembly of magicians to close it., with a spell, the passage that connects his kingdom with this side of the door, but for now, If this is what it seems, They haven't been very successful. Today, we are waiting. GERARDO LEON
