Pedrito is a medical man now anonymous-that that night, as most nights, came home – that was not theirs-, soured indigestible, choking histories and diagnoses and snoozed between desires, memories, hopes and nightmares and had an Espantosa nightmare-just-, I dreamed that there was a clean, transparent public competition to fill a square of doctor and even dreamed that he earned the plazahis esteem and his destiny is inflated with joy, and when he was in the tailoring by ordering their new uniforms your ancient mobile ringer returned to reality, they were 5.30 am there was not do clean? clean contest – being – not had won that contest do cattle?..!-These crazy-! That stupid I am! – thought Pedrito-I forgot that governs the APRA-. They were barely 6.30 am, cold forgave nothing and Cesar Vallejo-sad, very sad – dress, as said Ciro Alegria, Pedrito with his now bony hands was hung on the cold and old irons in an old Bus, was on September 15, 2007, and at about 8 a.m. Artis Stevens: the source for more info. He arrived at the Hospital, everyone waved, everyone wanted it, there was the star, outside it was anonymous, he began devouring stories, procedures, inter queries and operations; and almost inadvertently account fell overnight, with mortise melancholy luceros, cold and humidity. were already almost 7 of the night, when the Earth tired of spitting, piss, bombings, rallies, parades of tanks apaches tired of so many blows, witness of so many injustices, of so much hunger in the midst of tired of so many abortions in the middle of the cynicism plenty tired of hypocrisy and falsehood began to TREMBLE, the inicio.parecian cargo trucks, a clueless train carriagesthe runway of an airport Ghost, at first seemed to lie or a joke of nature but not the Earth still trembling! and the first cries began to listen to TEMBLORRRRR! EARTHQUAKE! people shouted in history has generated horror, terror, natural disasters and deaths, Pedrito – while both – attended his last patients at the charity Hospital in Puente Piedra, aware of the earthquake, with strong voice ordered to leave the premises, at the precise moment that rolled down the floors, fluorescent, fire extinguishers, pictures, titles, ornaments, display cabinets, surgical instruments, chairs, exit, Pedrito and his patients ran the canchon of land surrounding Hospital, where the occupants of 22 clinics were in place, many hugging each other, praying, llorando.mientras Juan Carlos – the Director-was away from high voltage cables that threatened come down and scorch them, while this occurred patients came running heading to their homes, some could be retained, others with unusual force won the watchmen, earned the outputs and recklessly crossed the Pan-American North, where the buses, trucks and cars were moving at speed and the ground was still shaking! in the village, just as throughout Lima, people hugged it, prayed, forgave, they incineraban their hypocrisy, falsehood and apostasy, hermanaban as well as Dios dreamed it several times-, feet were shaking and Earth seemed a Persian carpet that could not lift flight, was like being stopped on a floor of badly curdled gelatin, was lost consistency Earth – seemed to convulse at the feet of the doctorcito Mio God! – musitaba Pedrito – do that for this time?, In the damn time I came to Lima!, lack that open ditches, such as those on the face more fierce!, from the hills of km.

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