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He walked in his best clothes along the dusty road back home. Dust stained his clothes and covered his shoes. They were the only ones he had, and they were being irreparably damaged. Normally, he would not have allowed such carelessness, but today he did not care; today he was a happy person.
The day had started very early. It was a two-hour walk from his village to the city, and he had no other means of transportation, so he woke up at 5 a.m. and set off on foot. His appointment was at 9:00 a.m., but he wanted to arrive early. He left carrying a bag with his shoes and his best clothes. He would change in the city. The clothes would surely be a little wrinkled, but that was better than stained and dusty.
His interview went well, better than he had expected. He had a job and a visa, and the company even agreed to pay for his plane ticket. It was just a matter of waiting a few days, and he would leave the hell that his town had become.
He lived in a small, rural town that had always been poor, but it was a peaceful, familiar place where everyone knew each other and helped each other. The work was hard, and the land offered little. But there was his family, his people. Even when his elderly and sick parents died, he did not think of leaving, despite his sadness. But a few months ago, everything had changed. No one knows exactly how they found the place or why they decided to stay, but there they were. They stole, destroyed, killed, and raped at will. No one in the village had the strength or the means to oppose them, and the police and army did not consider his miserable village worth the effort.
So he made the decision to leave, started looking for work, and heard about the opportunity to work abroad. He didn't think twice, applied, and got very lucky. They accepted him with very good benefits. He was so happy that he forgot to change and made his way home in his “best outfit”. He walked happily, effortlessly, no longer there. In his mind, he had already traveled and was forging his future, and it was a beautiful future.
When he reached the edge of town on the road, he began to hear the noise of cars and people shouting. It was “The Gang” returning in their trucks from some misdeed, and something had gone well for them. They were jubilant, celebrating with shouts and firing shots into the air. He stepped off the road; it was better not to get in their way. He turned to watch them pass and suddenly felt a sharp blow to the head, something burning, and the world went dark.
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One-Eyed! Go see what happened to the guy who fell! The one-eyed man reluctantly got out to check on the fallen man at the side of the road. He only glanced at him; it was clear. He got up and shouted.
Bad luck, boss, a stray bullet killed him!
Well, get in, let's go, we're going to celebrate the victory.
And there, his body remained, abandoned on the side of the road, with thousands of broken dreams spilling out of the wound.
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Caminaba con sus mejores galas por el camino polvoriento de regreso a casa. El polvo manchaba sus ropas y cubría sus zapatos. Eran los únicos que tenía y se estaban dañando irremediablemente, normalmente no se hubiese permitido ese descuido, pero hoy no le importaba, hoy era una persona feliz.
El día había comenzado muy temprano, desde su poblado hasta la ciudad eran dos horas de caminata, y no contaba con otra forma de transoporte, así que se despertó a las 5 am y salio andando hasta la ciudad. Su cita era a las 9:00am, pero quería llegar con tiempo. Salió cargando un bulto con sus zapatos y su mejor ropa, se cambiaría en la ciudad, la ropa de seguro estaría un tanto arrugada pero era mejor que manchada y polvorienta.
Su entrevista fue bien, mejor de lo que esperaba incluso, tenía trabajo y visa, la empresa incluso accedió a pagarle el pasaje de avión. Era solo cuestión de esperar unos días y saldría del infierno en que se había convertido su pueblo.
Vivía en un pueblo pequeño y campestre que siempre había sido pobre, pero era un lugar apacible, familiar, donde todos se conocían y todos se ayudaban, el trabajo era duro y la tierra ofrecía poco. Pero ahí estaba su familia, su gente. Incluso cuando murieron sus padres ya ancianos y enfermos no pensó en marcharse a pesar de la tristeza. Pero unos meses atrás todo había cambiado. Nadie sabe bien cómo encontraron el sitio o porqué decidieron quedarse, pero ahí estaban. Robaban, destruían, mataban y violaban a placer. En el pueblo nadie tenía la fuerza o medios para oponerseles y la policía y el ejercito no consideraban que su pueblo miserable mereciera la pena el esfuerzo.
Así que tomó la decisión de irse, comenzó a buscar trabajo y le hablaron de la convocatoria para trabajar en el extrangero, no lo pensó mucho y aplicó y tuvo un montón de suerte. Lo aceptaron con muy buenas prestaciones. Se puso tan contento que se olvidó de cambiarse y tomó el camino a casa con sus zapatoa y ropas de "ocasión". Caminaba, alegre, sin esfuerzo, ya no estaba ahí, en su mente ya había viajado y estaba forjando su futuro y era un futuro hermoso.
Cuando ya alcanzaba las lindes del pueblo por la carretera se comenzó a escuchar ruido de autos y gritos de personas, era "La banda" regresaban en sus camionetas de alguna fechoría y algo les había salido bien, estaban exultantes, celebraban con gritos y disparos al aire. Se salió del camino era mejor no interponerse, se volteó a verles pasar y de pronto sintió un golpe fuerte en la cabeza, algo quemante y el mundo se apagó.
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¡Tuerto! ¡Vete a ver que le pasó a ese que se cayó!, El tuerto de mala gana se bajó a revisar al caído al borde de la carretera, solo le dió un vistazo, estaba claro. Se levantó y gritó.
¡Mala suerte jefe, una bala perdida lo mató!
Bueno sube que seguimos, vamos a celebrar la victoria.
Y ahí quedó su cuerpo, abandonado al borde del camino, con miles de sueños rotos desbordandose por la herida.
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