Chapter 6 Chapter VI Bolero - "My Letter"

"Dearest . . . I'm writing to you again now. The night . . . has brought the silence to talk to you. I wonder . . . do you remember, this sad dream of a strange love..." "Molina, what are you humming?" "A bolero called 'My Letter.'" "You're crazy, that's some romantic bullshit." "I like bolero the most. The song I hummed just now is really beautiful. If you think it's inappropriate, I'm very sorry." "What do you mean by that?" "Well, you got a letter today, and you're really getting discouraged. I hummed a sad song just now, but I didn't mean to... really didn't mean to."

"I know that." "Why are you sad?" "Bad news. Can you tell?" "I can say... except you look very depressed. Read me the letter if you like." "Here is the letter, you can see for yourself." "The words are written like a little girl's scribbles. If you want, why can't you read them?" "The girl who wrote the letter didn't have much education. Well, I'll read it." Dearest: I haven't written to you for a long time because I didn't have the courage to tell you what happened, do you understand ?Because you're wise and I'm not, that's for sure. I didn't write to you about poor Uncle Padro either. Because they say his wife sent you a letter. I know you don't like to hear stuff like that because life goes on. Well, we all have to struggle with life and its trials. But as far as I'm concerned, aging is the worst thing that can happen.' Letter is all in code It's written, can you see it?"

"Well, not sure." "She said 'ageing,' which meant becoming part of the movement. She said 'life and trials,' which meant 'fighting for a cause,' and Uncle Padro was only a twenty-five-year-old lad who was A comrade in our group. I didn't know he was killed, I never got the letter. The warden must have opened it and tore it up. So I was shocked when I saw it, I never To imagine how things would turn out.” "I am very depressed." "Oh, what can you do..." "Finish your belief." "'Nevertheless, you are at least strong, and I hope I am, so you may take it well.

For me, there is nothing worse than thinking about Uncle Padro, because he left the house that I run, it is a matter of responsibility.Baldy, look, I heard they shave your head like a knife.It's a pity I couldn't come and have a good look at you.Sorry about your blond hair.But I always remember what we said before.The most solid thing to remember is, don't let us be depressed and sink for our own private affairs.I try to follow your advice as much as I can, and whatever their misfortunes, I'll be happy with them. ’ The letter said he had left the house she was in charge of, which meant she was in charge of our group now. "

"Oh……" "Listen...' I miss you more and more, especially after Uncle Padro's death, and I finally took it upon myself. I got my niece Marie into a relationship with a guy you've never met, a guy who still Can decently maintain a steady job. But I warn my niece not to take it too seriously, because it will only invite more headaches. Don't expect too much beyond a small friendship. In general, friendship is still needed by everyone. Only with this can people have the strength to go through the road of life and stand the test. 'This niece named Mary is herself, and the letter mentions the guy who can maintain a stable job decently, and she implies that he has joined the organization.Do you understand this?To die for the struggle. "

"Hmm, but I don't understand the meaning of establishing a relationship." "That means she misses me too much, and we, as comrades, have pledged to avoid any kind of over-intimacy because it only hinders our movements." "What action?" "Decisive action, risking life." "Oh!" "I'll read on.' I've been wondering if I should tell you, luckily things are looking up now. We're all optimistic that one day our family will prosper. It's late at night and I miss you Must miss me too. Huge hugs, Ines.' And by 'home' I mean country."

"But I don't understand. You said last night that your girlfriend is not what you describe." "Damn it! After reading a letter, I'm dizzy again." "You must be weak." "I still want to throw up." "You shouldn't eat, Valenti. I advise you not to eat." "I'm hungry, that's all." "Yesterday, you were fine when you didn't eat, and you messed up your body after eating. And today you ate again, and it was a big plate! Promise me that you won't touch it again tomorrow. " "Don't talk about food, it makes me... you know, I laughed at you for humming a bolero, but today I got a letter with exactly the same content as this song... It seems that I have no right to laugh at your song .”

"You laugh at it, maybe it's because you sing too thoroughly. You don't cry when you smile, like another Bolero. " "How is the song sung?" "Dearest . . . I'm writing to you again now. The night brings the silence that enables me to talk to you. I wonder if you remember, the sad dream of this strange love. My darling . . . though life May we never meet, and we - by fate - must part forever... I swear, my heart will always be yours... my thoughts, my whole life, will be yours forever... as This grief...belongs to you..." "It's not really the worst song I've ever heard."

"For me, it's fantastic." "What's the name of the song?" "My Letter, by Mario Clavel. He's Argentinian." "Really? I thought he was Mexican or Cuban." "I also know a lot of Agustin Lara's songs, and I can almost sing them." "I'm not dizzy now, but my stomach hurts again." "Relax. If possible, don't think about whether it hurts... let's talk, whatever..." "What I wanted to explain last night was that the bourgeois, open-minded girl I was talking about was not actually my girlfriend, not the one who wrote me."

"Who is that girl?" "This girl was in sports with me. But then she decided to quit and pushed me to leave too." "why?" "She became too attached to life, too content with me. Our relationship was enough to satisfy her, and that's when the trouble started. You see, if I don't show up for a few days, she's going to get very nervous. Every time I come back, she cries. It's not a big deal, she stopped relaying calls from her comrades, and then intercepted my letters. Well, it was the coup de grace." "You haven't seen her for a long time?"

"Almost two years. But I'm still thinking about her. If only she didn't do that... Looks like we were destined to break up. Sounds like a Bolero too. Molina, dont you agree?" "Listen, boleros contain enormous truths, and that's why I love them." "Despite all this, she was brave enough to be with me. Our relationship was genuine. She never allowed herself to be pushed around like a typical woman..." "What do you mean by that?" "Hey, hey, Molina, my friend, I think I'm going to be sick again... Molina, I've got to worry about you again—quick, call the guard to open the door." "Hold on for a while, I just..." "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, no, don't call the guard. I tucked the sheets under me, and what came out was all thin. " "Okay, that's fine, pull it. I'll take the sheets to the shower later. It's Thursday, remember?" "But that's your bed sheet..." "It's okay, I have to wash yours too. Fortunately, we still have a lot of soap. Please let me know when you're done, and I'll clean it up for you... okay?" "I suppose so, but I'm freezing." "My blanket for you, you should keep warm." "Honestly, I don't know how to thank you. I don't have the strength to go to the bathroom to rinse." "Of course you can't walk. What you need right now is to scrub your body with cold water. Keep your feet apart...that's right." "Aren't you sick?" "Be quiet, now I'm going to soak the sheets a little more and wipe them off for you...Okay, now you're dry." "I do feel better, thank you, friend. I promise not to laugh at you Bolero again... I loved that song you sang earlier..." "Why don't you write to your girlfriend?" "Worry to write to her. She's the head of the group and I can't correspond to her or anyone else. Singing to your Bolero, 'Because life won't revive you'. Because I can't Write to or speak to the poor chap again... I can't do anything here, not even... to care for his wife, his children... Oh, my friend, it's so frustrating People are sad..." "I'll heat the water and make some chamomile tea. By the way, we still have some reserves. We just forgot that tea helps you relax. Be quiet for a while! You'll see, a good rest makes all the difference of."