[ESP/ENG] Iniciativa : El Quilombo del Refrigerio / Iniciativa: The Refrigerio Quilombo
Una introducci贸n necesaria
Esta historia est谩 basada en hechos reales, solo cambiaron los nombres porque no ped铆 permiso a todos los involucrados para revelarla, aunque, si alg煤n protagonista de ella Lee esta publicaci贸n sabr谩 qui茅nes son los autores.
Antes de contiuar, quisiera invitar a 
Sin m谩s, aqu铆 les dejo este Quilombo ocurrido en mi trabajo.
Todo comenz贸 con un acto de aparente bondad. Elena, la meticulosa jefa de la oficina, encontr贸 en su escritorio un termo con caf茅 caliente y una nota que dec铆a: Para que tengas un buen d铆a. Sorprendida, sonri贸. Asumi贸 que era de su colega y amigo, David, con quien compart铆a un c贸digo de bromas y detalles. Esa tarde, le envi贸 un mensaje: Gracias por el caf茅, fue un detalle hermoso. David respondi贸 con un signo de interrogaci贸n, pero Elena lo atribuy贸 a su habitual modestia.
La semana siguiente, el quilombo tom贸 forma. Elena encontr贸 una caja de bombones artesanales en su asiento. Esta vez, no pregunt贸. Se los comi贸 con placer y, al ver a David, le gui帽贸 un ojo y dijo en voz alta: Eres un encanto, pero vas a malcriarme. David, confundido, frunci贸 el ce帽o. No s茅 de qu茅 hablas, respondi贸 seco. Elena ri贸, creyendo que bromeaba. Claro, claro, el misterioso.
El malentendido escal贸 cuando Elena, emocionada por los regalos, le devolvi贸 el gesto. Dej贸 en la mesa de David un libro de su autor favorito con una dedicatoria: Para mi benefactor an贸nimo. Al d铆a siguiente, David no la salud贸. La evit贸 en la sala de reuniones y respondi贸 con monos铆labos. Elena, herida, pens贸: 驴Por qu茅 se hace el distante si 茅l empez贸?.
La chispa que encendi贸 la p贸lvora fue un correo. Elena escribi贸 un agradecimiento p煤blico al equipo solidario, mencionando los obsequios. David respondi贸 a todos: Para dejar claro: yo no he dado nada. Elena, deja de inventar favores y agradecimientos imaginarios. La oficina se congel贸. Elena sinti贸 que la humillaban. Su rostro se encendi贸 de ira y verg眉enza.
El verdadero origen del l铆o apareci贸 dos d铆as despu茅s. La recepcionista, Marta, se acerc贸 a Elena. Disculpe, vi el correo. Los regalos eran m铆os. Quer铆a agradecerle que me cubriera aquel turno, en el que tuve que ausentarme por mi aniversario de bodas, pero no me atrev铆a a dec铆rselo. Elena se qued贸 sin aire. La bondad an贸nima de Marta hab铆a sido malinterpretada como un gesto de David, y la terquedad de ambos por no hablar claramente convirti贸 un simple caf茅 en un campo de batalla.
David y Elena se enfrentaron en el pasillo. Debiste preguntarme, dijo 茅l, con el ce帽o a煤n fruncido. Y t煤 debiste decirme que no eras t煤, replic贸 ella, bajando la voz. El quilombo no hab铆a sido por los regalos, sino por las suposiciones. Aprendieron, a la fuerza, que un malentendido no nace de lo que se da, sino de lo que se calla. Aquel d铆a, firmaron una tregua: hablar primero, asumir despu茅s. El caf茅, al final, se qued贸 fr铆o.
De ese Quilombo quedaron varias d茅cimas que pedimos compartir sobre las ense帽anzas de este mal.entendido. Aqu铆 les dejo dos de ellas.
En la oficina naci贸
un l铆o por cortes铆a,
pues la dulce simpat铆a
Marta en silencio dej贸.
Elena todo se crey贸
y David, sin comprender,
se cans贸 de mal perder
cuando el rumor los cercaba.
El quilombo que se armaba
por no quererse entender.
Un caf茅 mal atribuido
desat贸 la confusi贸n,
y en medio de la tensi贸n
el orgullo fue el ruido.
Pero el gesto inadvertido
hall贸 voz en su momento,
y cay贸 el mal sentimiento
cuando hablaron con verdad.
La calma, en complicidad,
cerr贸 el extra帽o evento.
Nota: He utilizado el traductor DeepL Translate.
Las fotos son de mi propiedad tiadas con mi tel茅fono Samsung J2.
ENGLISH
Here's the translation into English:
A necessary introduction
This story is based on real events; only the names have been changed because I didn't ask everyone involved for permission to reveal it. However, if any protagonist of this story reads this post, they'll know who the authors are.
Before continuing, I'd like to invite 
Without further ado, here's this quilombo from my workplace.
It all began with an act of apparent kindness. Elena, the meticulous office manager, found a thermos of hot coffee on her desk with a note that read: Have a great day. Surprised, she smiled. She assumed it was from her colleague and friend, David, with whom she shared a code of jokes and little gestures. That afternoon, she sent him a message: Thanks for the coffee鈥攖hat was a lovely touch. David replied with a question mark, but Elena attributed that to his usual modesty.
The following week, the quilombo took shape. Elena found a box of artisanal chocolates in her seat. This time, she didn't ask. She ate them with pleasure and, when she saw David, she winked and said aloud: You're such a sweetheart, but you're going to spoil me. David, confused, frowned. I don't know what you're talking about, he replied curtly. Elena laughed, thinking he was joking. Sure, sure鈥攖he mysterious one.
The misunderstanding escalated when Elena, thrilled by the gifts, returned the gesture. She left a book by David's favorite author on his desk with a dedication: For my anonymous benefactor. The next day, David didn't greet her. He avoided her in the meeting room and answered in monosyllables. Elena, hurt, thought: Why is he acting distant when he started it?
The spark that lit the fuse was an email. Elena wrote a public thank-you to the team's supportive members, mentioning the gifts. David replied to all: Just to be clear: I haven't given anything. Elena, stop inventing favors and imaginary thanks. The office froze. Elena felt humiliated. Her face flushed with anger and shame.
The true origin of the mess appeared two days later. The receptionist, Marta, approached Elena. Excuse me, I saw the email. The gifts were from me. I wanted to thank you for covering that shift when I had to leave for my wedding anniversary, but I didn't dare tell you. Elena was left breathless. Marta's anonymous kindness had been misinterpreted as a gesture from David, and the stubbornness of both of them in not speaking clearly turned a simple coffee into a battleground.
David and Elena confronted each other in the hallway. You should have asked me, he said, still frowning. And you should have told me it wasn't you, she replied, lowering her voice. The quilombo hadn't been about the gifts, but about assumptions. They learned, the hard way, that a misunderstanding is not born from what is given, but from what is left unsaid. That day, they signed a truce: speak first, assume later. In the end, the coffee went cold.
From that quilombo, several d茅cimas remained that we asked to share about the lessons of this misunderstanding. Here are two of them:
In the office there arose
a fuss over courtesy,
for sweet sympathy
Marta left in silence.
Elena believed it all
and David, without a clue,
grew tired of losing out
when rumor closed in around them.
The quilombo that stirred up
for not wanting to understand each other.
A coffee wrongly attributed
unleashed confusion,
and amid the tension
pride was the noise.
But the unnoticed gesture
found its voice in time,
and the ill feeling fell
when they spoke with truth.
Calmness, complicitly,
closed the strange event.
Note: I have used the DeepL Translate translator.
The photos are my own and were taken with my Samsung J2 mobile phone.