The city wakes up these days, covered in smoke and fog. The news does not talk about something else. I do not think that is the burning of grass, not a phenomenon metorológico, I think it is the prediction of the great Boris Vian.
Here, a fragment of the story: "Love is blind" which seems dangerously close to Buenos Aires today ... we hope to have another final ...
"On August 5, at eight o'clock, the haze over the city. Liviana at all interfered with breathing and is filed under singularly opaque appearance ... was falling in parallel layers. At first wavelet to ten inches of soil , and pedestrians could not see your feet. A woman who lived at number 22 of the Rue Saint-Braquemart, dropped the key at the time of entering his house, and I could not find. Six people, including you had a baby, went to his aid. Meanwhile, the second layer was given to fall. And they could find the key, but not the baby .... The neighborhood
high, thinking favored mocked the banks of the River. But after a week all were reconciled and could hit the same way against the respective property from the respective rooms. The fog had come then to the crest of the highest buildings ... Orvert
Latuile August 13 sparked after three hundred hours sleep ...
-low heat until the caretaker's house, he thought leaving his fly open. So check if there is actually fog, or if it comes to my eyes ... He passed up someone flattening himself against the wall.
- Who goes? He said, pausing.
- Lerond! "Mr. Lerond, the tenant in front. "Good morning
Orvert said. Here Latuile.
By reaching out, found some rigid thing that dropped in amazement. Lerond chuckled pregnant.
"Excuse me, said," but can not see anything, and this fog is fiendishly hot. "True," nodded
Orvert. Thinking
his unbuttoned his fly, he was ashamed to find that Lerond had the same idea to him.
"Well, au revoir," said Lerond.
-bye, "said Latuile, surreptitiously undoing the buckle his belt.
When the trousers he had fallen on his feet, took it off, then throwing him to the stairwell. And if Lerond was walking with her brothel air Orvert why did you go half-dressed ...? All or nothing. .. Chose to walk along the street facades to be guided by touch. Suddenly came upon the body with another, stationary, turned his back. Without that could help it, he let out a scream.
- Do not push! "Replied a deep voice. And hurry to separate this thing from my backside, if you want to split now face.
took the first left. A woman came precisely to the contrary.
after the crash were, each on his side, sitting on the floor.
"Sorry," said Orvert.
"The fault is mine," replied the woman. You are driving on the right.
- I can help her up? "Volunteered Orvert. Are you alone is not it?
- And you? She asked in turn. Are not about to echárseme above five or six at once?
- Are you sure that you are a woman? "Continued Orvert.
-Check it out, "she replied.
had approached each other, and man against his cheek could feel the touch of a long, silky hair. Now they were on their knees and forehead.
- Where to find a quiet place? Orvert asked.
"In the middle of the road," said the woman.
place to which they went, with reference to the curb. "The desire
Orvert said.
"And I you," said the woman. My name is ...
Orvert the cut.
"I'm the same," he said. I want nothing more than my hands and my body revealed.
"Proceed" he encouraged the woman.
That said, shook against one another.
... After a while, the radio announced that the scholars were noting a regular regression phenomenon, and the thick fog slowed from day to day. Soon he found a Alternatively, because the genius of man never ceases to amaze with its many facets. And when the fog lifted, as indicated by the special detection devices, life happily continued its course as everyone had made eye-popping. "
This story is part of the stories in the book" The Wolf " man "by Boris Vian, editorial Tusquets
