Mars was once cold and desolate planet filled with sand and
craters, plains dotted with rocks sharp as glass swords. And cracks deep ocher
land barren precipices. There were seas of red and impalpable powder, caverns,
galleries, galleries million arranged into a bizarre and unsettling
geographies.
Finally, Mars was not hospitable to people who always dreamed of
man, they still inexhaustible channels all with isthmuses of vegetation and
lichens astronomers optimistic. Mars was a world impossible, proud as a
chestnut wild and domesticated and tamed is left only after a hundred and more
years of fierce battles, extremely tough sacrifices.
When Francisco enters the seminary, the "heroic" period
was ending. Still missing quite a few things, but electronic umbrella protect
an area of almost half a million square kilometers across the planet optimal
strip of between fifteen degrees north latitude and south. Is where the temperature
was acceptable - which count in particular - could breathe freely. course, the
percentage of oxygen in air was introduced into the circuit with a smaller than
average. handicap, however, was offset by lower force of gravity, which was
bearable even the toughest jobs.
Rises the seminary on the outskirts of the capital, Civitas. It
was a gray building with two levels that it seemed enormous Francisco and
especially very high. Francisco never go anywhere in Nueva Alborada, Iberian
colony where he was born and raised near greenhouses and many criaderos for
rabbits. Outside of school and church Father Gonzales, knew only prefab homes
narrow all the way with the ceiling so low that you could not even hang him,
then store's Bazaar Guillermo Atienza and relaxation room where you found them
adults usually in shifts of rest. Nothing else.
On the morning of departure, even at dawn greets father just
rising from bed, sleepy eyes.
My mother accompanied him on the path that was a zigzag among the
rows of houses, to the intersection with carretera. Father Gonzales already
there waiting for him, muffled behind the wheel of the SUV.
The sadness of separation suddenly fell upon him like a hood of
Ice and Fire. Simply stuck and Consuelo have to push it to the back, thus
helping him to walk the last few meters. But then hugged him, slid slightly
down on his knees to get at him with the illusion that you already see higher.
- Adios, Francisco, she murmured, kissing him on the eye. Let's
not forget your mother!
Then he burst into tears, but Father Gonzales interjected
- Go home, Consuelo, Francisco is now of God.
Hands high priest grabbed him by the arms, feeling high off the
ground and submitted as a package in the back seat of the vehicle. Motor
function. Anxious, as if bitten by a tarantula, Father Gonzales springing up in
place, raising a cloud of red dust.
Francisco turned futile: the cloud of dust, his mother was quite
invisible, but he thought he hears it once again calling on the name. Then the
road made a sharp turn, almost at right angles, and Francisco relapsed chair,
resigned.
Without leaving the wheel, the parent over shoulder Gonzales gave
him a handkerchief and he wiped his eyes full of dust and tears. The road was
only pits and mounds, so that the vehicle is bouncing and making an infernal
noise. Tucked away in a corner with both hands clenched the handle support,
felt his teeth chattering Francisco and fear. The trip did not last long.
- Courage! Father Gonzales cried, turning for a moment. We arrived
at the Ferrocarril.
The car slowed sharply in May made a hundred yards and stopped in
a whirlwind of cracking and crackling.
Francisco looked around. For the first time see the track, but in
fact there was not much to see: a small yellow building, bearing an inscription
on top: ALBORADA NUEVA, a pen, a water basin painted in vertical stripes, red
and white and shed about four feet high. Anything not see and there was nobody
there.
Monorail glittered over the fence like a silver snake. A man with
red cap suddenly appeared behind the yellow building. Father Gonzales, who
descended from the vehicle, walked towards him. The two began to talk, but
Francisco was absent and did not interest him and say that. From time to time,
we both looked at the clock, then throwing glimpses into the monorail.
After a while, Father Gonzales waved him down.
- Oh, boy, it seems Rock'n'roll will be here in time.
And with a paternal gesture, he arranged the fur hooded coat. Then
shook the man with the red beret car keys.
- Will come to take Don Cayetano, my help.
Finally, punctual as an eclipse, Rock'n'roll arrived and the noise
he made was so great that Francisco should take their hands to their ears.
Father Gonzales laughed, pushing him shoulder to make him climb.
With its elliptical coaches gray gasket seemed a huge rosary
conducted along the rail. Passengers climbed to the top of some stairs on the
sides fixed metal wagons. The following chart as a shed, was the goods.
Almost immediately, the train moved on. And Francisco had the
opportunity to understand why wearing strange nickname: Rock'n'roll. Up there
was like ... a roll that shake your stomach, a rocking and swaying like a
sweet-smelling terrible nausea, as if the seal had always been on the verge of
collapsing into an abyss.
After a few minutes, grabbed vomiting. Father Gonzales and raised
his eyes and opened his arms wide, as a martyr. A man with a broad face and
well defined cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes - a Japanese - handed her a
handkerchief. Then he rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a yellow
stick.
- Chew it, boy, 'he said. You'll see that you'll feel better.
It was not many people there. Two middle-aged women, fat abundant in
needles moving, quietly, a bespectacled young man immersed in a game of chess
with his computer pocket and two workers cinnabar colored overalls, holding the
Mining Department. And Japanese comfort he from time to time, ruffling his hair
and inviting him through a mimicry authoritative, suck rod.
Father Gonzales proceeds to read the summary. Came a janitor and
clean, with a kind of vacuum, which he had failed to retain the baby's stomach.
Francisco took off his clothes, leaving standing with head supported
by the porthole. The train was going at a speed appreciable touched on certain
sections two hundred miles per hour, and images beyond lenticular glass is
straddled in magmatic composition. Not all appear clear and smooth. It was
rather a permanent deformation, which made the monotonous succession of
cultures in a kaleidoscope of unexpected oddities. Of course, everything seemed
Francisco's spectacular and extraordinary.
A little later, the train slowed sharply. Father Gonzales looked
up from the page Breviary
- We are in San Cristobal
Station was just like that in Nueva Alborada - a yellow building,
water tank, shed. Stopping only last two minutes, the exact time required to
unload machines. Rock'n'roll then moved on with a sharp howl like a beast
mortally wounded, but this time Francisco Easier prolonged and intense
acceleration.
Cross seal colony Iberian territory. After San
Cristobal ago Andalusia , where the
train did not stop. Do not stop any Asuncion ,
nor Eldorado and more than the Pueblo
- You get tired before the time, Gonzales said the father, seeing
him stubbornly stuck to the window.
And asked him to sit down because the road was long, I had to
reach Civitas than the evening. But he was now ruled by a devouring fever,
opens its eyes greedy and insatiable, so not advice.
Meanwhile, the landscape changes. Now cultivated areas alternated
with large empty regions and soil portable big purple rock, at first isolated,
then more frequent and closer, until they came to form continuous belts and
rack glassy sharp rocks. Far away where no electronic umbrella protection act,
open mouths of canyons blue on the background of wild plateaus.
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