On Saturday when I manage to complete my long walk to the river field (I was jogging), I go back to listening to Gabriel Anello’s program on Miter radio, the previous. There is something paradoxical: I never listen to games, but part of the charm is that the program is the preview of an event; and in this case I am more interested in the advance than the event.
Between Ring and his team – Reynolds, Biren, and the great Rolo Villar with his infallible humor -, they take me back to the days of the radio, of my childhood, when the air was more diaphanous and the dizzying rhythm in the show, without being overwhelming. But the human race can be complicated at any time and place.
Recently, jokingly, Anello commented that, post mortem, he would like to be embalmed, placed in his home, and that a mechanism would allow him a brief dialogue with interested interlocutors. That strange idea had a real-life antecedent. It happened in the Once neighborhood, at the age when I listened to the radio at my parents’ house, in a rectangular device.
On a few occasions the radio broke down, an unusual accident, and I decided to take it to the Leskas to fix it. I was always amazed by that radio and television repair shop, capable of restoring image and sound, like the fairy who brought Pinocchio back to life.
Jaime Leska, an involuntary seducer, was dating Esther Mirel, an immeasurable beauty, not even deliberate. They were a lovely couple. For two years they seemed to represent the possibility of love. When she was diagnosed with a heart problem, she made Jaime promise that if fate abruptly ended her existence, she would embalm her and keep her with him for the rest of her life. Jaime, in a fit of passion, accepted.
Here it would be worth reflecting on the oaths for life (more on this later). I will not give my opinion on this. I’ll just share the fact that in fact, and I still have tears in my eyes as I write this, one horrible morning Esther’s mother was named Jaime.
Although some relatives, Jaime, and some acquaintances participated in the wake, with a closed drawer, an imposing rite remained in my memory, as if a queen had died. She was so beautiful … Jaime fulfilled her part. He kept Ester by her side when she left her father’s house shortly after, keeping the joint work in the workshop.
The rabbi warned that this was sinful and taref, not kosher. But Jaime, who gave the artifacts an image and voice, had his own accord with God and did not believe in intermediaries. Nacho, Esther’s younger brother, also tried to repeal the fulfillment of the promise. But Jaime managed to prevail.
Life goes on, this is your advantage and your condemnation. Obviously Jaime has met other women. I don’t dare to say for sure, but there was something perverse about some of the candidates, who I suspect wanted to visit the house because of the embalmed bride.
However, It’s one thing to have an intense kiss on the ghost train, it’s quite another to live there.
Alicia Gazín married Jaime, after a year and a half of courtship, and what had initially been the morbid expectation of being intimate with the embalmed concubine, became “accepting” sharing the house with that dead, present and talking love. .
Because, with the knowledge that his long experience in his father’s shop had given him, Jaime had been able to make Esther – his embalmed representation, strictly speaking – say the time, the weather, good morning and good night. Like a radio.
But here, then, we return to the reflection on the oaths of life. Jaime and Alicia set their own rules – Esther’s stay embalmed – in the context of love and peace between them. But what would happen when, far more often than my family radio messed up, the couple argued?
Alicia progressively, over the months, assigned any marital quarrel to the presence of the deceased Esther in the house. If the hen went wrong, if she wasn’t completely in love with her, if Jaime greeted her without affection, Alicia argued, it was because of that interference of her death in her life.
But you assured me that I could keep him with me – I recognize that the word is inclement – Jaime insisted. Yes, Alicia admitted, but I never imagined the effect it would have on us, on you, on me. Besides, I’m pregnant. We can not allow our son or daughter to play, crawl, take the bottle, in front of that … she did not want to say, but he came out: “freak”.
For the first time, Jaime calculated the years between Esther’s death and her present. The number of past experiences. Your wedding. Your future fatherhood. He had made a promise to a person who was now dead: that agreement did not include a release clause. Eventually they agreed that Esther, embalmed, would remain in her brother Nacho’s bachelor home. Originally opposite, as we recall, she sympathized for some reason. People change.
For no particular reason, they lost their pregnancy. We apologize for so much sadness, but the narrator must stick to the divine script, which has no explanations or consolations. Alicia blamed her misfortune on the curse of a despised Ester. Married life got worse. Alice was late. Jaime has lost his power of seduction. Love has gone cold.
One day we learned that Alicia was secretly visiting Nacho. She began by going home, secretly, to apologize to the embalmed Ester. But then the events followed one another. It was a love story that lasted twenty years. Jaime never managed to recover. It is to try to forget stories like this that I walk to the river field, and come home listening to Gabriel Anello’s program.
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Source: Clarin
