Las Monedas Hurtadas

Ricardo salió temprano de su casa, no quería llegar tarde a la estación del tren pretendía evitar la aglomeración de gente que ocurre en las primeras horas de mañana.

A penas llego a la estación buscó la zona más apartada de las salidas principales sabía que allí estaría a salvo del gentío, mientras caminaba por el pasillo oyó que unas monedas caían al suelo, de manera instintiva se detuvo y hurgo sus bolsillos, quería cerciorarse de que aún llevaba las suyas consigo.

Merodeó por el lugar con el objeto de averiguar de dónde provino ese sonido, a escasos metros localizo el sitio exacto en el que cayó la plata, se acercó para recogerlas este tipo de dinero es un tesoro para él, aunque no fueran monedas antiguas como las cuatro que llevaba en el bolsillo izquierdo de su pantalón, las tomo, pero se las metió en su bolsillo contrario no deseaba juntar sus valiosas monedas con estas comunes y corrientes.

Ricardo apresuró su paso quería ser el primero en subir al tren, se sentó en el asiento de la ventana, tomo una de las monedas y comenzó a detallarla minuciosamente, se hallaba tan absorto examinando la pieza que no advirtió el momento en que una pareja se sentaba junto a su lado fue el agrio olor que emitía la ensalada de repollo que le anuncio que no estaba solo.

Levanto su cabeza y vio a un hombre y a una mujer comiendo la ensalada, esto le desagrado bastante, además el olor que emanaba le provocaba náuseas tomo sus cosas y abandono su asiento.

Se movió tres hileras hacia atrás no deseaba sentir aquel terrible olor, se sentó al lado de una anciana que bebía café, esta lo invito a tomar una taza con ella y su persistencia fue tal que terminó aceptando.

Pero si esto no es café le dijo Ricardo a la anciana

No es café de cebada, nunca lo ha probado

No dijo secamente y lo devolvió.

Ricardo de pronto se sintió soñoliento, cerro sus ojos y se quedó dormido al instante, más el vocerío de la gente hizo que se despertará, algo atontado alzo su cabeza y vio al empleado del tren preguntándole como estaba, cuestionamiento que le asombro, pues no sabía a lo que se refería.

El encargado le menciono que había visto a un hombre en actitud sospechosa se aproximó hasta su asiento y lo encontró in fraganti hurgando en sus bolsillos. Al escuchar esto Ricardo se incorporó asustado, introdujo sus manos en los bolsillos, percatándose del ultraje sufrido, sin embargo, solo lograron sustraerle las monedas que se consiguió recientemente en el pasillo de la estación.

Ricardo left home early, he did not want to arrive late at the train station, he wanted to avoid the crowds that occur in the early morning hours.

As soon as he arrived at the station he looked for the area farthest from the main exits, he knew that there he would be safe from the crowd, as he walked down the corridor he heard some coins falling to the ground, instinctively he stopped and rummaged in his pockets, he wanted to make sure he still had his coins with him.

He prowled around the place to find out where the sound came from, a few meters away he located the exact place where the silver fell, he approached to pick them up, this type of money is a treasure for him, even if they were not old coins like the four he had in his left trouser pocket, he took them, but he put them in his pocket, he did not want to put his valuable coins together with these common and ordinary ones.

Ricardo hurried his pace, he wanted to be the first to board the train, he sat down on the window seat, took one of the coins, and began to detail it meticulously, he was so absorbed in examining the piece that he did not notice the moment when a couple sat down next to him, it was the sour smell emitting from the cabbage salad that told him he was not alone.

He raised his head and saw a man and a woman eating the salad, this made him very unpleasant, besides the smell that emanated from it made him nauseous, he took his things and left his seat.

He moved three rows back, he did not want to feel that terrible smell, he sat down next to an old woman who was drinking coffee, she invited him to have a cup with her and his persistence was such that he ended up accepting.

"But this is not coffee", said Ricardo to the old woman.

"It is not barley coffee, he has never tasted it".

"No said dryly and handed it back".

Ricardo suddenly felt sleepy, closed his eyes, and fell asleep instantly, but the noise of the people woke him up, somewhat dazed he raised his head and looked at the train employee who was above him and asked him how he felt, this astonished him because he did not know what he was referring to.

The assistant mentioned that he had seen a man with a suspicious attitude, he approached his seat and found him just as he was going through his pockets. Upon hearing this, Ricardo got up scared and put his hands in his pockets, realizing the outrage he had suffered, however, they only managed to steal the coins that he had recently obtained in the corridor of the station.