IMMORTAL One, two, three and four. That is the number of scars from accidental I have cuts all over his body. The depth of each Harida, the enough to be sewn to "stitches", as the doctors say. Sterilized some thread, a needle-shaped tab, local anesthesia and feel of a fabric over time and fraction. In the first two times I cried like a few times in my life I've done it before from physical pain. Chances of a rugged existence, you can make a timeline when reviewed from top to bottom.
ONE. just do it. The first is in the head. In the neck, finished top, closer to her than her neck. For nearly a decade haircut floor almost flush and let it grow for irregular time. Unless more one year after a long time I went to the barber to do something special. I guess it was the influence of being in the city where image is everything and that wig cut five months has been the only condition for my friend Chauchú (made in Capon, Lima) introduced me to a Bulgarian girl after greeting you never saw her again, the Staten Island Russian hairdresser discovered the cut with the most comfortable I've felt.
used them myself, the courts, with a mirror machine tools, interesting way that the run time, an excuse to log out, meditate, think. However, do not remember exactly how long I go to the hairdresser in my neighborhood, whose name until today do not know. His day job is simple, nothing special, just move the machine with a small blade. With the cutter anonymous can analyze the news that happen in Canal No. I read in the newspaper that always reaches me. It's like my personal gauge of public opinion. Ever happened to me information that helped me in my work, a good source. We are off topic.
happens when I have short hair, leaves a scar similar to the symbol of a brand of sneakers. Head of shoe or shoebox head plates are often recurring in those times. Ah, for the timeline: the scar is what remains when a wooden bucket stuck in my head (not pierced the skull, not hallucinating free). Was three years old, jumped from one of my daycare tables, taking advantage of the nannies were not, and almost as an omen of my future clumsiness in physical activity, stumbled y. .. is easy to imagine the rest. A towel covered in blood, the nannies run. Thankfully, the nursery was part of the hospital where my mother. Back in the office, just remember that I had my two cousins, my mother and my aunt making faces and talking about anything so the doctor do his job quietly. By the way, I also remember how it felt when the needle pierced my skin, but when I pulled the strings.
go down to the right eyebrow.
DOS. cutting supposedly sexy. Here I have a diagonal cut, closer to the horizontal at 90 degrees. It happens that the six years I have lost the eye. This time was due, again, a stumble. Running in the doorway, standing guard at the teacher got to avoid being punished by the chaos that only children living without authority can be achieved. In the distance we saw. Everybody is running, find your seat. I run, I look for my seat. A Chinese greater than all (I studied Chinese in college and we used to keep colleagues in that country over the rest having gone through a cycle inclusion that delayed a few degrees ... say that my school is the factory of "my Chinese leg" of Lima). In short, the Chinese this pushes many, including me (the Chinese had some socialization problems, repeat the first grade). See how I go straight to a table leg.
cry, blood. Again, red towels. The medical process was more fortunate. Comfortable, I mean. Dr. strategy was to appeal to my knowledge of mathematics. "Hey, you're a basket in addition and subtraction hey, a champion, you're going to be an engineer." Indeed it was! But poor woman, if she saw me now, an allergy to all digital operation. Alo Maybe I was lying, just telling me that for anesthesia in a false glory. Maybe. I could not run or play for a week.
a girl ever told me that he was fascinated by that cut on the eyebrow. "... I love it, it gives you a sexy look." I lean more to the idea that an additional elemntos ua part of the whole gives some irregularity, some imbalance. I do not know why something must be that I only have this once in my 24 years of existence? I think it was in compensation after telling me "excited" her delicate neck while biting it gladly.
THREE. Hammurabi for dummies. I have some notion of justice, but this was the last straw. Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, is the only time I used the code of Hammurabi. As any fool experience, after the passage of time, it seems instant, brief.
was fourteen, third grade school, the same Chinese school. I do not remember the exact words of my friend, I just obfuscated. It probably was not anything serious, sometimes I fucked senseless. At one point, LA has nailed the tip of a pencil in the arm. My pen is blunt. My explanation would have been similar to that of the murderers who consummated their action in a fit of schizophrenia did not know what he did, in a second I was completely unaware. "
The fat, LA, threatening to delatarme.Cuidaba the tip remains stuck and keep intact the proof of the crime. "Yeah, fat, look, I give you my pen, do the same, I do not care, it is as fair as can be, do not be a goat," he said. The fat man's eyes gleamed for a second, but then reacted.
-Oe, are you asshole?
-key I prefer the stylus on the arm you to speak with the coordinator, pes' big dumb.
"No, big head, well I tell the House (the coordinator of the útlimo degrees).
"Look, I have these. Do you want blue or red?
-The blue, red is only to underline.
-Fat dumb.
-Oe, but you going to hurt.
"Then I leave it there, right?
- not shitting, I say to the fat.
-Fat pussy, the pain goes within hours, but that quote to my old and arming a chongazo to last weeks ...
"Well, where do you want? -Where
, roe, not a tattoo.
chose the left forearm, do not know why. The conical tips Faber Castell pencils often make deep holes 033 in human flesh if they are directed to it at high speeds and with bad intentions.
-Oe, big head, is bleeding.
-Au, shit.
- Does it hurt?
"Hell, au.
(nervous laughter)
- Is it blood?
"Yes, pes gordo, ¿qué va a ser?
-Oe cabezón, eres chusco, no eres de sangre azul como en la clase de historia que nos contaron que...
-Ya, ya, yoy al baño, me lavo y listo.
En vano, seguía sangrando. El proceso médico se inició luego de decidir ir a la enfermería del colegio.
Un amigo me clavó el lapicero en el brazo porque yo antes le clavé la punta de mi lápiz. No, eso no podía decir. Se me clavó una astilla de las carpetas, era una astillaza, grandota, pero me la saqué mientras lavaba la herida en el baño. Eso sí.
Esta vez la suturación no dolió. O era una buena anestesia o mi piel ya estaba curtida de cortes, "suturaciones" (palabrita learned) The process was not anything worth to tell. I only hurt the muscles during the following days, to move his fingers. FOUR
. blood on the court. Yes, I'm playing bad football. Except the time I was in the academy team of my loves, and the next few months of my retirement because I had to study, I was always the last to pick in the yankempó for team building. The only thing left of the crack that was never the large number of kicks I can accomplish with a little luck.
Who has not been any injuries playing a Pichanga, as Peruvians call it a football match, football (soccer 6), between friends? Mine, one of many but that is the case here is, of course, a court.
already saw the head, eyebrow, arm. The last is in my right knee. In times of my life recently defunct university General Studies Humanities, weekend in the grip of Mining Engineering. As ever, had put three goals. Although, of course, I will have missed ten or twelve. I do not know what happened, he was agile, Slate, the stopping of Pech, dribbling, passing were direct, at the foot of the partner. I think I was confianzudo with my luck. Sure, I was 20 or 25 kilos less than now, nineteen, but he was not trying to make a full turn straight leg with a ball to stop dividing. Destiny shook my hand and I climbed on my shoulder. Sure was going to stop squatting in the worst case. No. I left the court and tried to embed the knee on the ground as the pen tip of the fat in meat. One of the stones were embedded. Cut! No, it was a movie.
This concern if it was half, opened and closed like a notebook every time you flex the joint. I could not walk properly, I hurt when stepped on, had only two suns in the pocket, did not have a cell phone. My friends were equally austere liability to me, almost a fad in middle-class students, not Work Related, at a private university. The medical service was closed. We sow
to pay the taxi. Chance, went to the same clinic doctor that I predicted a future in engineering. On the way I kept playing with my knee was a notebook. The doctor that was not there. Whatever happened to him, but if he read the letters, should not to have done very well.
WAY OF subpart. The best / worst is usually different from the rest The worst injury was not a court. After six years of generated tissue still do not return at all and you can see, within a gap of skin, rosacea certain layer. Does things? Thankful that no describe how the accident was or how it was the right ankle (which is housed). The girl who made the ode to my eyebrow agreed with many seeing it. "Yuck," he said.
also be part of the timeline. If so, there is little room for accidents leave their traces in chronological order and in the south. So be it. For now I'll go to sleep.
