VI
On April jaundiced sun came out to warm up so the eyebrows and nothing more. I moved into the house to the District Red and that ray of sunshine, though exhausted, symbolized something important: the light bless me.
I prepared a lot, took to the streets and walked to the tram stop. I threw the keys in the first cross-channel. Pluff! Just disappeared into the water I was relieved as if he had broken a spell.
dismounted and took the tram to Dam Square Four steps and found myself on the Oudezijds Voorburgwal. Shina was there waiting at the door. I greeted her. He had three big suitcases and a backpack. He must have arrived by taxi, her. We talked about this and that, say something, then do not waste any more time and we entered.
Light filtered substance by high windows of the hall by shining the floors polished. On the table in the lobby smelled like a bouquet of fresh flowers on the Environment. It was a nice welcome. I bought a bottle of rum for the occasion: Matuzalem 7 años. I took the glasses from the cupboard and started to drain.
The stereo, I discovered, was old in the closet. I put on a CD of Marley. I raised the volume and began to dance for your stay. In head we only had the party. Almost did not believe that I lived in that house is so beautiful. The fate every now and then hunt out good for us too inconclusive.
Shina had put down his glass. I fantasize watching the bottle and downs with the mighty gulps. I had never seen a girl to drink that way.
Then someone knocked at the door.
A guy in his forties, clean-shaven, blue shirt, white t-shirt, came flaunting education surreal. He spoke English properly marked and easy to grasp.
- Hi, I'm Jerun, I live upstairs. I assume you're the new tenants of the apartment.
- Yes, we are the new tenants - said.
- Good. This one, Despite being in the red light district, is a quiet condominium. I would like to remain so in your presence. I work hard and I need absolute peace during the week. The weekend I go to the countryside to rest. During the weekend you can scream while you do your things during the week but you must follow the rule of silence. All right? So, no crowds and noise during the day. The music is intolerable. Please set it civilly. This seems to have been clear. Goodbye.
He turned, pulling the door. Shina and I looked at each other surprised and laughed. Unfortunately it was more serious than we thought. As soon as he entered a nearby house began to jump on the floor. Jumps at the foot of the heavy wooden ceiling shook and came down a wire and plaster dust. He shouted: "Shut up motherfuckers! Hush! Be silent son of a bitch! "
Turn off the stereo, there is never coming down the ceiling of the house the first day, and quiet. Shortly after the nearby subsided. Shina and I sat on the sofa facing the large windows facing the canal. The barges ran slow. The dusk revealed the red lights of the windows. Tourists strolled taking photos. Listening to the silence fell suddenly upon us, sip by sip, we downed a whole bottle.
Everything seemed to spin smoothly. I could not imagine I went to meet a miserable hell.
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