rent apartment. Ideal suicide. Bear Path The blog already has two years, served on the ninth day, although I missed the birthday. At this time I have always tried to comply with the self-imposed obligation to publish, more or less success, something every day, but made an exception on weekends and holidays, in part for giving me rest and in everything, no head for both in the last days of unexpected events have altered My routine. And is that neither the skeptics like me are free to see us turned into unwitting stars of unexpected stories that can alter profoundly our humdrum existence.
And the same, become a player by surprise, is what I came to spend one morning a few days ago, a morning like many others went for a walk in the city center. I do not remember how long he'd been walking about ten yards when after passing the door of that establishment, I noticed what the sign read. I stopped. Turning around I went to make sure my eyes and my brain still functioning properly. Yes, I had read pass, unconsciously, but the announcement was there, four jealousy, one for each corner, held firmly stuck to the glass door of the grocery store downtown. I re-read carefully: "Rent apartment. Ideal suicide. 45 m Tel: 666 666 666." The information was most succinct. At least the phone is easy to remember, I said. I spent the rest of the afternoon as she imagined, would kitchenware?, "Sharp knives?," Small tables with bottles of sleeping pills in your drawers?, "A bath prepared with warm water and a gleaming razor blade on the edge? , would the painting sad and depressed?, "hang a rope under the classroom door? ...
My curiosity I can. I dialed nine times, three times the number of the beast. It was ten o'clock at night, when a female voice and serious, he went to answer me from the other side of the handset.
- Yes?
- Hello, good evening! Sorry if the annoying (I was not sure that was not a joke), I call the announcement, the apartment, is it correct that putting: ideal for suicide?
- If it is, but be a little determination.
- I, of course, for that determination is very important. Could you give me some more information?
- Sorry, does not provide any information by phone, if you are concerned must make an appointment.
- now, could see it tomorrow?
- Yes, sir. If you agree I hope you at eleven o'clock at No. 12 in C / Pity, opposite the church of San Salvador.
- Okay, I'll be there.
- Until tomorrow then.
- tomorrow.
next day, punctual as a Swiss watch, I stood in the place of rendezvous. Do not take even two minutes when he approached a very pretty girl, very young, very blonde. With a voice that did not correspond at all with their physical appearance, but certainly belonged to the person who had spoken the day before, asked me if I was the person interested in the apartment. I said yes and invited me. We went up the elevator to the eleventh floor. We went all the time in silence, which thanked her voice troubled me deeply.
put the key in the lock, turned it twice and opened the door. The room was bright, was not at all what I had imagined. I expected something gray, dark, musty, yet I was painted white walls where the light coming through the windows, illuminating everything bounced. A short hallway divided the apartment into two halves. On the right a bathroom and a room with glass brick walls, both quite broad, and left a modern kitchen that is fully integrated into a cozy lounge minimalist decor. The corridor ended in a glass door that opened onto a balcony, very curious. No doubt it was the balcony which gave meaning to everything. When you open that door as I was hanging from the vacuum, there was a balcony and others, in fact there was none more across the front of the building. Was an extension of the corridor that was leaking from the walls, an appendix of five feet wide and two meters long with a shutter that I came to the waist. As I saw it I remembered those platforms jumping competitions, with little detail that neither had jumper, or pool.
Aside from the curiosity of the advertisement, I understood as a claim, I rented it. I liked it. It worked great for me, small, modern, functional ... and price, a bargain. The first week I was very comfortable, had never lived in an apartment so high and immediately began to find advantages. It was very warm, the sun crossed every day and the windows of the hall increased the sensation of heat, if the house had been of wood, I think it had burned. The height made the street sounds and the sofa arrived tempered, very comfortable, were two compelling reasons to devote to reading with enjoyment. The third is that was no television.
slept like angels, it was shortly after I began to feel uncomfortable. With the passage of days stay in the house began to become increasingly burdensome, sleep was shallower and shorter, sweated and suffered nightmares. Hitch did not sleep. And not sleeping. I replaced the bed and rides up and down the aisle, and I reached the opening night walk door to the balcony. It was the best in the house, I needed to breathe, and the balcony gave me a place to feel the freshness of the morning. In the dark of night, stripped to the waist and arms extended, forward let me beat, the track seemed come to me. I had the feeling of an eagle hanging from a cliff. There was only jump. Jump, jump, jump ... I did not care
time of day or night to happen at home, all I saw was the hall, all I saw was that balcony calling me. I started to convince me that the ad was true, there was something in that place that oppressed, which burdened them, something that left no choice but to jump. Yes, there was only jumping, jumping. Jump was salvation.
Once I realized that the balcony door was a door to a better world, I began to prepare everything. I looked at the calendar on the first day of full moon and yesterday I saw myself to the railing of the balcony to have clear track, the street would be like jumping without pit. The time came, I prepared a frugal supper and waited. The night was warm that helped me choose the costumes. Four in the morning it seemed a good time, I opened the balcony door and pulled the piece of the railing that had stopped sawing and presented as if all continue intact. I walked steadily to the front door without giving me time to think, I went into the race. In the last step I gave all the momentum as I could and closed my eyes. I do not remember more than the sensation of floating, the same feeling you get when you hold under your arms and take you in a twinkling. When I opened my eyes I found myself naked on the sidewalk across the street. A shadow in the shadows and whisper in the wind caressed my ears: "Not your time has come, friend."
The end of history is very short. For starters, I tried to explain to the police that he was naked because I was released from an eleventh floor hallway and, for obvious reasons, had left the keys in the house. And they kind and helpful, offered to accompany me to look elsewhere to house the landlady, who apparently lived in a huge building and family where I was received by two tough-looking individual, dressed in robes White, who addressed me by my name and grabbed me under the arms, making me fly for the second time in one night.
