He enjoyed magnificent physical health and mental, he left to run all the mornings, drank his yogurt frutado, and soon a comforting shower occurred soon to leave to its work. In the film of the life it had to interpret several rolls. The one of father, husband, ordered in a fur shop and was extremely efficient in everything. Their schedules scrupulously were agendados, had predicted everything, the birthdays, anniversaries, date of their commitment and nothing forgot to him. A beautiful summery afternoon, in its hour of lunch decided to go to a different restaurant del that always concurred, when it verified that it had forgotten his cellular one in the office.
With lack of appetite, it returned to look for it, by a street that had never seen, everything seemed to him strange even kissing itself enthusiastically had reclined on a column, a old one seated in a sidewalk giving him to eat the birds, a pordiosero approached to him to request currencies to him a world that per years had forgotten that it existed. Beyond its tight agenda everything was useless and stranger for Santiago.Haca 23 years that towards the same route, without questioning nothing. When arriving at the office tediously ordinate, felt for the first time uncertain in its life. One sat down in his gotten lazy armchair and I remain slept. The stretcher of the hospital was uncomfortable, hurt all the body to him, it watched its hands and parched and they were cracked by the fever. To its side there was a window by which small threads of light were strained, its swollen eyes as soon as they could be abrir, everything was a blurred image, felt the murmur of the nurses who said: it has left few hours, we are going to let see it their family.
It is in an affective coma. Against that diagnosis is no reverse gear said. It felt as the sweating crossed the body to him, without it could make nothing not to feel such inconvenience. It sounded the cellular telephone, was his son of 7 years had called to warn to him that it had a soccer match that would arrive later at its house, had awaked, already nothing was equal for Santiago.La to life was it waked up of affective comma.