Gloria la madrileña

gloria la madrileña

It is rare that a person, who has lived in the Madrid neighborhood of Lava pies, in the 1950s, not remind. It was a woman very little graceful, spinster and without anypretender, earned his living Fernando soils had no close relatives or friends, his house was a room without Windows, in short, its existence was limited to work and sleep, but all they envied. It was happy.Some which scraped by moments of Gloria life did not lose the opportunity to ask you - with more indiscretion that subtlety - what was the reason for its baffling mood. And Mrs. Dominguez textualwords: "people I took by a young girl crazy, by a crazy clinic, but not unhappy." Not saying, but his eyes were. In addition, fired immediately and not returning to the subject. "Explain to them thatmy joy was due to the illusion of arriving home to sleep soon and thus dream as long as possible seemed insane".

She does not remember since when he began to live in their dreams. Also ensures notpreserve images of his early years in the House of his parents. He likes to believe that you came to that perfect world by chance, thanks to their children's curiosity. However, Andrés Blanco, formeremployee of the closed Santa Mariah, orphanage where she grew up, raises was deep and constant pain which led to take refuge in fantasy. In any case, beyond the origin, relevant in his youth waspresent. And this is not something that is seen or touched or that is in the environment, but what you feel and perceived. For this reason his happiness was so real.

In the 1950s, out of work, Gloriaavoiding any setback to come home. Once there, removed the shoes at the entrance, opened the trunk that contained canned, got one caught the loaf of bread, cut a piece, put a fruit alongside your plateand ate it. After finishing, placed the dirty utensils in a bowl possessing an airtight lid to contain odors.
Then went out to the corridor and entering the community bathroom. Already washed and...