Thursday, May 9, 2013

Chapter 1: The toy


As a good worker who was, I always had my customs. I got up every morning to go to work, working in a small bar in the corner of the park where typical children when they leave school. When there were no customers or work to do, I stop to enjoy watching the vitality of young children who were playing. Some were playing ball, other parents and a small group was always a bit special playing modes. I remember it like it was today, some children used to bring interactive games in the park, as these toys began when I was twenty. No one knew the origin or mechanism bracelets virtual reality and anyone who saw them and had not tried to think dwarfs were touched by the wing. I did not know they did this until the kids told me about the old park during a break at lunchtime I looked very surprised directly to a pair of children. That seemed fascinating toy, many were eager to try one I started saving the most without spending a dime on anything else. My life was one hundred percent monotonous, and, as I was told, that the toy was out of this monotony solution. And so, five years later, I met the amount needed to buy one of those already outdated, bids stocks were more than reasonable, but during the five years, every time I spoke with a customer of the bar, I responded that it was just a toy for young children. Also, I decided to buy it, wanted that bracelet as a child want the arrival of Christmas Day, birthday parties or summer vacation. When he had enough money for a wristband old greed was grab me build me an irrational need to have a new one. As if it were of the destination, I saw, on the same street out of park work, just opposite the train station. Yes, bracelet lowered to ninety-five percent discount was second hand, but it was affordable. I went to the nearest cash flows as if a hundred beasts chasing me and I took everything I had and more. I press the numbers completely random and I turned to second-hand goods store in a hurry. There were two kilometers away, on the way down but were running back was exhausting. In the middle of his chest seemed that way I would get out of my body, my breath was exaggerated and the hand attached to the chest press strength, I continued until I got there. But it was too late, they had already closed, and where it was before the bracelet interactive games had a very depressing white poster on which they had written with black permanent the word "sold". That picture accompany me during a tough but short of that day. To further annoy day, in that moment it started to rain. All wet and sad I write on the train, where water soaks my card refused to be read by the gateway. I hesitated a moment, but I could not pass the card or buy me another, as the rain had destorçat all my money and leaving a nasty white mass in my pocket. I expect to wait for someone to pass to sneak me. He passed a man wearing clothes that looked like the clothes of the bourgeoisie in the nineteenth century, that man, at first glance, I'd say that any one is wealthy. I went behind him and I sit me on a stone bench beside her. They spent a few trains transporting coal, open, homeless, and could see a lot of things between each coal trains passing, toys, weapons, furniture and a lot of nonsense spread between coal . The man climbed into one of those freight trains and just when it seemed he was going to go up, the train stopped. A little boy of those repellents and screamed and whined spoiled by having lost his toy, a toy that he had lost his father and I was watching with me, just inches from me had a bracelet transparent color before where the man was sitting. Who he was and had even greed and I won and got me hiding behind the hand. The man turned, turned, and started looking for it, looking for trash, looking for the ground like a needle, it seemed that it was looking for a happy child who could be its perfectly clean. While looking for more, my face was saddened with my guilt, the child crying, rain and guilt arose and tried to return it to its owner, but he told me, "now is yours "and then called him to his net" here there is thought to have hooked up now? "

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