The rocket wooden
The destruction begins with a smile and ends with death.
am been waiting for hours in the cold. The only thing I could say was thank you, and I was not so convinced.
They gave me some blankets, tobacco, even a magazine of naked women taken from somewhere.
all looked at me with admiration and hope for me, happy to share the moment.
I felt a damn about to enter hell. I did not want to go, but I had to, for them, it does not take away hope.
The air was cold, my mouth went up little clouds of condensed air the sky. I was ready, I thought, but in reality I was still preparing.
A lady brought me hot water to warm up, I wanted to relax, my stomach had to be warm for the trip.
'I wonder if there is water there where you go!' I said, and with his gloved hand stroked my hair and weak.
How could I tell him that you were just deluding himself?
remained closed for years in this village on the mountain, they are never out of here, have not seen anything about the rest of the world.
were self-sufficient until the weather began to worsen, fewer children were born and there was a dog that wants to visit this village.
I was told of the existence of this village by a colleague of mine. I thought he took me around. It seemed the story out of a fairy tale. A distant country, that nobody knew, just visible from the satellite, wiped off the map for many decades.
When I accepted the challenge to find I was arrogant, stupid and arrogant.
I liked climbing the mountain and I really need an excuse idiot for daring to climb to up here.
Now I'd never done.
I have no idea how these people have done to survive, I know nothing of their history, or at least I know what them. You say the people of the area's oldest, told me of so many legends, even one that comes to me.
And that is why I found myself, not to make them suffer, to build the crippled version of a rocket to the moon.
They were convinced that this would make them born again, that I would return them after the trip with the moon that water, in their blessed, that he would loose Snow and revived the vegetation.
many times I tried to reason with them, to tell him that it was impossible such a thing. I tried to give him lessons in physics, mathematics, everything that I knew would understand that you could build a rocket on a mountain like that. Needed materials, money, experienced people. And then, even if I arrived on the moon was proved that there was no water on it.
Their ears are closed when you heard me say these things.
then I continued to watch with big eyes and shiny, as a child. They had a look at what you could not say no, otherwise you would have broken my heart.
So I pretended to build the spacecraft, with firewood and the few materials available.
I had actually built a rudimentary Bob, that would allow me a quick descent from their village. I had made from a thick trunk that I had cut and applied to other pieces to complete it.
I had also given blankets to keep warm, said that the closer you get to the moon and the more you feel cold. At least that sounded rational.
There were no children in the village, only the elderly, some of which are centuries old.
's strange that despite this still gave me the impression of infants on the day of their birthday, attentive and enthusiastic, serious but happy.
In turn all I touched his head as a sign of blessing. I wanted to say something nice, important, something that would have left my memory.
I said just 'come back'. Without even sound very persuasive.
for them but it was as if I had screamed, and my cry had come to the moon.
The village headman, who was the oldest woman, said she had lived one hundred and fifty winters, I kissed his forehead.
I climbed on my Bob Wood, ready to drop.
do not ask why I went down and not up? What gave him such confidence that I would get up there?
I was hoping only to return as soon as possible to civilization and leave behind this sweet sadness of no longer hearing the terrible tenderness towards them.
began to think it was better if they died all here, far from pollution, the sadness of modernity, the intrigues of politics. The vision of the world outside their village would have probably taken the smile that seemed to shine eternally in their faces.
I began to push with their ancient arms, still strong and full of life. I turned to look at the last time, there was no doubt on their faces.
For a moment I felt like I was actually going to the moon, felt the thrill of a journey so long and extraordinary.
My tears crystallize the cold, as they took the wind speed I cut the skin of the face.
I did not feel pain when I realized that I was not running, but falling.
Just before reaching the ground looked the moon had appeared, even if it was day.
had always known that I would die on the day of my departure.
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