Sidewalls Page #4

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there are a few tiny,

irregular, irresponsible windows

that let a few miraculous

rays of light

into our darkness.

May I?

When will we be a wireless city?

What geniuses blocked the river

with buildings and the sky with wires?

Are all those kilometers

of wire there to unite us

or to divide us?

Everyone in his own place.

Cellular telephony invaded the world

promising to always keep us connected.

Text messaging:

A new ten-key system

that reduces one of the most

beautiful languages

to a primitive,

limited and guttural vocabulary.

The future is in fibre optics,

say the visionaries.

They've announced that we'll be able

to heat our homes from our workplaces.

Right! And no one will be waiting

for us when we get home.

Welcome to the era

of virtual relationships.

Is this your first time chatting?

Yes. Did you notice?

Very much so.

You have to begin with M or W.

What's that?

Man or woman

Woman. A broad term, isn't it?

- And you?

- Man.

- Do I have to believe you?

- It's easy to verify.

I write like a man,

think like a man,

and act like a man.

And?

What?

Your turn. In the arse

I don't know what to say.

It's strange talking to someone

I don't know.

What do you want to know?

I don't even know where to begin

I'm taking off. Bye.

Don't leave! Wait!

Are you still there?

I'll give you a list of questions:

How old are you?

What sign are you?

What music do you listen to?

Do you believe in God?

What did you do today?

That's cheating.

It's a question.

Okay. I woke up at twelve

because I went to bed at five.

I should start swimming.

I ate breakfast at one.

I took an ibuprofen.

At two I started work.

I do web design.

At five I ate lunch.

At eight I went to therapy.

I took my second ibuprofen.

Then the telephone rang,

which made me happy.

Wrong number.

Now I'm eating dinner.

After chatting, I'll whack myself on

the head so I can fall asleep

and start swimming tomorrow.

DID YOU TAKE OFF?

YES!

Good. What did you do today?

Adaptation.

Getting used to being single again.

I'm an expert.

I could write a book.

I'm a kind of depressed

Paulo Coelho.

I didn't have a good day.

I'M SO SAD.

I have a method.

Absolutely involuntary.

A kind of Buddhist gene that makes

my happy days not so happy

and my sad days not so sad.

A spiritual thermostat.

And if it fails?

I down a Rivotril.

I didn't think I'd laugh today.

In return, do me a favour.

When do you wake up?

Nine.

I'll give you my number. Call me

at nine and motivate me to swim.

Why not now?

No, that won't do. It's a deal.

Give me your number.

Bloody bastard! F***ing hell!

Bloody bastard!

Why do I keep all this sh*t?

Wait Sus, I'll be right back.

- Do you have any candles?

- Yes, wait a minute...

I'll be right with you.

Four pesos.

- Any candles left?

- I think so. Let me look...

- I got a shock.

- Yeah, me too.

- Probably the flashlight.

- I don't know, but it was heavy.

Here they are, the last ones.

Your lucky day!

Right, good to know.

- How much?

- Four pesos.

- My luck's a bit expensive.

- Yeah.

- How much for this?

- Nine.

Thanks. Bye.

Something else?

What do you have for a peso

so we can round it up?

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