"My father agreed to buy a doll of Bart Simpson. And that my mother if she wanted, but my father relented and said I'm a freak.
- Why are we going to have to buy, eh ? - my mother told -. Simply open your mouth and you and you become firm orders.
My father said I have no respect for money, if you do not learn to deeming same now that I'm small , when I do that? The children who buy dolls without Bart Simpson converted from older thugs who shoplift because they are accustomed to getting whatever they please on the easiest way. So instead of a Bart Simpson doll I bought an ugly ceramic pig with a slot in the back, and now I'm going to bring up being a good person, now I'm not going to turn into a villain.
What I have to do from now on, every morning is drink a cup of chocolate, but I hate it. Milk chocolate is a shekel, without milk, half a shekel, but if you catch me after I go directly to vomit, then do not give me anything. The coins go throwing the pig through the back, so if you shake it makes noise. When the pig has many coins that shaking can not hear anything, then I got a Bart Simpson doll skateboard. Because as my father, that's education.
The fact is that the pig is very cute, has the cold muzzle when you touch it and also put him smile at the shekel by the back, the same as when you only pour half a shekel, but it is best to also smiles when he is not check anything. Also I have searched a name, I've put Pesajson, as the man who took our mailbox before us, a mailbox where my father was unable to start the label. Pesajson not like my other toys, is much quieter, no lights or springs, and without batteries that liquid spilled his face. All you have to do keep an eye is not to jump off the table.
-! Pesajson, care, which are ceramic! - I say when I realize it has been bent a little and looks down, and then he smiles and waits patiently for me to turn it down. I love when he smiles and waits patiently for me to turn it down. I love when he smiles, it's just why I took the chocolate milk every morning, so that we can take the shekel by the back and see her smile does not change one iota.
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| Measuring the sow, Francisco Toledo. Photo: Johanna Lozoya |
Yesterday my father came, grabbed Pesajson and began to shake wildly upside down.
- Careful, Dad - I said - to Pesajson will hurt the tummy, but my father continued as usual.
"No noise, you know what that means, Yoavi? Tomorrow you will have a skateboarding Bart Simpson.
-! Great, Dad! - I said -. A Bart Simpson skateboarding, cool. But let's shake it, because you feel sick.
Pesajson Dad left in place and went to call my mother. He returned a minute with one hand dragging and holding a hammer with the other.
- See how I was right? - Told my mother - now know the value of things, is not it, Yoavi?
- Of course - I said - oh yes, but why a hammer?
- It's for you - said my father as he handed me - but be careful.
- Of course I'm going to have - I answered, because the truth is that it was, but after a few minutes my father I became impatient and blurted
-! Come, break the piggy once!
- What? - I exclaimed -. "Break on Pesajson?
- Yes, yes, to Pesajson - my father insisted -. Come on, come on, break it. You deserve that Bart Simpson, you've earned.
Pesajson gave me the sad smile of a ceramic pig who knows he has come to an end. To hell with the Bart Simpson, how could he give a hammer head to a friend?
- do not want a Bart Simpson - said, and returned the hammer to my father - I just Pesajson.
- Do not you understand - I said then my father, nothing happens, well is how you learn, see, I'm going to break me. He raised the hammer while I watched the desperate eyes of my mother and then Pesajson weary smile, and then I knew that everything depended on me that if he did something, Pesajson going to die.
- Dad - I said holding of the leg.
- What, Yoavi? - I responded with the hammer still high.
- I want a shekel more, please - I begged him - let him take another shekel, morning, after chocolate, and then we break, tomorrow, I promise.
- Another shekel? - My father smiled, leaving the hammer on Table -. You see, woman?, I managed to make the child aware.
- That, yes, conscience - I said - tomorrow .- And that tears and throat choked me.
When they had left the room embraced with great force and di Pesajson vent to my tears.
Pesajson said nothing, but very quietly shaking in my arms.
- Do not worry - I whispered in her ear, "I'm going to save.
At night I waited for my father to finish watching TV in the room and went to sleep. Then I got up quietly and slipped to Pesajson the gallery. We walked together a very long time in the dark, until we came to a field full of nettles.
- A love pigs fields - Pesajson told as he left on the floor, especially the fields of nettles . You'll be fine here.
I was expecting an answer, but Pesajson said nothing, and when I touched the nose as a gesture of farewell, he just nailed me with their melancholy eyes. I knew that never again see me. "
Etgar Keret, Missing Kissinger , translation Ana María Bejarano, Mexico, Sixth Floor, 2009. ISBN 978-607-7781-004
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