In these moments you are in front of the computer screen and have fallen here by the coincidences of Google or by some link from another page or because you always come back here to see if this is your server that promises to be a good blogger (the writers they are a very different roll and I with those nothing to see), finally meets a good post. And he will be with his hand on the mouse waiting for me to commit the minimum amount of hurt, to commit a misspelling or to put a bad comma, put on or leave something.
Already for this second paragraph, you will probably have abandoned reading. And he will never find out that I told him precisely because he abandoned reading. But if despite this post is not saying anything, you keep reading, I warn you: you are still there, at your own risk. In case the flies should keep having the hand on the mouse, to change the page just when you realize that this post is a failed attempt at communication.
It is possible, too, that now it is 10 o'clock in the morning and that on your computer you are listening to one of the thousands of songs that you have in mp3, and that despite having that pile of songs, you hear again and again 50. It is also possible that you have a cell phone at hand and that at this precise moment it sounds and you see that it is an unknown number and start to get nervous because you are not called by anyone who is not a friend or family. And look again at the number and try to remember if suddenly that number is from someone you know. But no, it is not, and you doubt a moment to answer and distrust the little button to receive the call. And an unknown voice asks you if you are so-and-so and after you say yes, you threaten to kill your most beloved one if you do not follow the instructions you are going to give. And you start to get anguished and to sweat cold and think only that you want your loved one to be well, that you have to do everything possible to get out of it. The kidnapper warns him that he should not call the police and that he will be in communication, that he will be the one to call. You reply that you want to be sure that your loved one is well. The abductor answers that he will communicate in two hours and that it is better for you to answer. You have a lump in your throat and you start to fear that something bad really happens to your loved one and you begin to imagine the pain that it would be that you could not rescue it.
And after the two hours pass, the kidnapper calls again and asks for 50,000 pesos and you reply that you do not have them, that your savings barely reach 15,000 pesos, that please do not do anything to your loved one, if you want to Give everything you have, but do not do anything to your loved one. And the kidnapper hangs up with a big bang on the phone and you start to feel great despair, want to throw everything you have at hand and realize that all the banalities like having a car and internet connection and reading stupid things on the internet are useless and would change everything to have your loved one on par, when the phone rings again and is the kidnapper who tells you that it is okay, that accepts the 15 thousand, and puts your loved one to tell you that it is okay and do not play with the kidnappers and give them what they want, and the kidnapper interrupts and tells him that he wants the 15,000 pesos in cash in a black plastic bag and that he wants to be deposited in a trash can in the commercial within two hours and if nothing is done it will happen to your loved one. And you are going to take out the money and look at all the people in the street and in the bank so calm and so happy and so frightfully alien to their anguish and despair. And he goes and deposits the money in the indicated trash can and a big man looks out and looks at him and tells him to go to the parking lot and you go, while another small guy runs to the trash can and picks up the bag and he signs to the other big guy who grabs his cell phone and calls hurriedly and beckons him not to look at it and follows the parking lot where a car with tinted windows lowers his loved one almost pulled by two other guys who start grinding tires and They pick up the other two guys that you had already seen. And you go and run and with tears in your cheeks embrace your loved one and feel a great relief and give thanks to God and see how a fat man looks at him, so distant and so oblivious to his joy.
But most likely, none of this has happened. That at this moment you are cursing me for writing something so cruel. Or that you think that maybe you would have said it in a different way, that the way I did it is a good idea to narrate but that you are not convinced by the resource in the way it was used and that you would have changed the end . Or that I think that a real kidnapping is much more dramatic and that I barely managed to touch that reality a bit, although it may be a good beginner's attempt. Or what do I know?
