I meet her every day. Go down at the time you go down to the street, I bump into her, whether I'm going to take the dog out or when, occasionally, I escape to buy. She is always there. And look how difficult it is to, with this quarantine, let's agree. Well nothing, I can't avoid it even in my dreams. Just see me, He heads towards me very determined and, maintaining a safe distance, he asks me, how are you? And I tell him that very well, holding on, what are we going to do, and she tells me the same thing every day. Let's see if all this ends soon. Look how crazy, ¿no? Who was going to say it?. Let's go, They told me this only two weeks ago and I tell whoever it is that they have gone crazy. Then, He tells me in detail all the news he has seen on television, me too, Today I don't feel like being told about the same things that I have already seen and heard on my own., I put up with the noise and bite my tongue for not asking him to shut up.. Out of respect between neighbors. And she continues, look what a disaster, Look how useless this government is., and hey, that if those from before were there they would have done it exactly as badly, don't believe it, that would have been the same, but wow, Now it's their turn, And look, people are supportive because, but, I don't know where we would have ended up. And I think so, that people are supportive (some, not all), but he won't say it for her, that I don't remember, In all the years I have lived in this building, that he has lifted a finger for anyone or anything that is not of his only interest. What if I were as supportive as others celebrate so much?, I would think a little more about others and not mess up in all the meetings, as he almost always does for a jerk off and to get his way. Or didn't she go crazy when we tried to raise the quarterly dues to pay for painting the staircase?? and damn, I already knew that that was money, but it was so dirty that it was disgusting. something had to be done. But she doesn't, and all because she wanted her idiot husband (Look, that man is an idiot.) will take care of the matter. So, it's cheaper, said. And he earns some money, I thought, and then have to hire a professional painter to fix the mess, like he did the other time, when he said that he was in charge of fixing the plumbing, and then, how it didn't fix anything and everything got worse, we had to call a plumber. Or that time she messed up with the issue of insurance because she had a friend who got them at a better price. Thank goodness no one paid any attention to him.. Yes, that we are always the same, that everyone does the same, that each one goes to his own, that when things go well, everything is flattery and congratulations, but when we don't like something, it's something else. And if, It is also true that she is always aware of everything, looking at this, taking a look at what is beyond, and that I, sometimes (I'm not the only one who does it), I ignore those things because I don't have as much free time as she does., or because I don't feel like it. I don't know who appointed her as the property's caretaker., I say, and that she does not act as a savior because it is known that what she says she does, then try to collect it, somehow, on the other hand. And she continues. How nice the people are. Me too, who had gone down to the street, not only for the purchase, but to stretch my legs a little and escape for a few minutes from that cage of crickets that is now my house with everyone locked up there, I see that that moment of tranquility that I was looking for is already slipping away from me.. We got to the supermarket and, at the entrance, I wash my hands with disinfectant gel. And she already wears her mask (you don't have one?) and his gloves, He says to the security guy at the door.. But the boy tells him that he has to wash his hands anyway.. Then, each one takes her car and, as soon as you enter, we are heading, without realizing it, down a different hallway. Me too, I'm going to see if I can find a bottle of bleach., I tell him. And she turns towards me and, over there, above the mask, I look at his eyes, in that iris that points at me, while it seems like it dances slightly with a shine like this, aqueous, that I immediately recognize, as if begging, as if he wanted to ask me for something. By instinct, I tell him, that. And she takes a second (or several) in answering. In the end, tells me, that? Nothing, nothing. I haven't said anything, repeat, as if now he didn't want to bother me. And although I don't contradict her, I know that she was going to say something.. The fact that? Anything. What a shit. What disgusting. What a bigger piece of crap. That there is no right to what is happening. What a fear, TRUE? I do not know. Then, dice, see you, let it go well. And now I feel terrible because I understand her, I say yes, what thanks, and I wish you the same. Yeah, let it go well. And let's see if we see each other tomorrow. GERARDO LEON
