sábado, 13 de julio de 2013

Sunday in Burningtown



The sunrise is so early today…. How I hate this place, so hot  and lonely and nothing but boredom in the air. Confined women in a house where the day starts before the sunrise, their only way to pass the day is to make their jail shine and their only partners are a broom, a mop, and the dishcloths. The challenge is to have the food on time for their guests (their own family). I don't dare guess if they will be rewarded that night or if the clock reach them in the morning without receiving a minimum of gratitude that make them notice they are women and they have to content themselves with their own compliments for doing such a good job cleaning their own space!!

Either way the day started earlier today in Burningtown… I was waiting for the *atarban hitter of the jail crossing the street to start knock on the door of his house trying to wake up his own slave, but that didn't happen; I´m not sure if fortunately or thankfully since I could not continue sleeping…. I got up to avoid looking and miss a body by my side and stay there crying over my disappointment to see my self alone for a long and sad Sunday.
I got up trying to organize my day, all the things to do, to keep my mind distracted from my loneliness trying to look for more and more things to do and fool myself into believing the day is not enough to cover all I have to do. Tired just thinking about all I have to do to make the hours run, I take a minute and let the heaviness of my loneliness cover me and don't let me fool myself and the destiny who makes a deal with the day in that moment, right in that moment, in that minute while I closed my eyes for a second to my reality, in that moment the world stopped or in Burningtown it does and I hear the laugh of the boredom that covers everything. In that instant of a Sunday, that is not a normal day, a Sunday that is the longest day of the week...that heavy moment when the power decides to go and leave me, my companion, the sound of the clock in the dining room walking three seconds back for every second forward conspired with my loneliness and my destiny in a game to make my life difficult!!

Piedelmundo!!!

*Atarban: very rude man 

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