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Sunday, ten of the night I am sleepless, wanting to valium and asylum. Underworld began to haunt me-without my knowing it, on Wednesday last week, I worked with justice to the genre of family film, which increasingly perfected more, this time editing a material of the golden wedding of Lucy and Alvaro, paternal uncles, all with interviews and family archive of Super 8 and photographs.

were eight-thirty in the evening and began at dusk, bats then my friends who visit the house every day, began to scream to my left, in the interstices of the window and blinds. The previous night had awakened me, it seems they did on that occasion a rumba or a family reunion or an orgy, suddenly I do not know, maybe got drunk because they did not stop screaming excited, I went to look out the window and the landscape Gotham appeared, hundreds of bats flying and forth between this building and across the street. I lay awake until dawn and slept only when their rumba ended.

is possible that by the summer blind alboratado flying mammals and have been reproduced in rats (winged) days before had I seen one like Spider-Man climb the blinds closed (to the dismay of Batman), the 9 pm, ready to conquer the air, good air, out so fast which I did not write down the plates.



Anyway, that Wednesday histeriquié because I could not concentrate on my issue and when the gathering began again vampiresca decidí subir la persiana y volverla a bajar, para ver si así lograba ahuyentarlos. Entonces volví a ver a uno de ellos de cabeza escapando persiana abajo y salir volando hacia la noche.

Miércoles, jueves y viernes estuvieron calmados, callados, discretos, y los olvidé. Llegué a las cinco de la mañana el sábado, después de una noche de vinos bonaerenses y amigos, así que desperté después del mediodía con actitud reflexiva y un guayabito leve.

Me puse a leer un rato y comencé a advertirlo: dos, tres moscas husmeaban la persiana y quedaban atrapadas entre la parte exterior de la ventana y la madera. No les hice mucho caso, inicialmente, y seguí leyendo. Half an hour later, another fly entered the apartment. He stood just above the metal vent on the roof, next to the window, and can be removed by unscrewing, to access the shutter mechanism and repair as necessary.

Fly desperately trying to get into the shade, and I suppose what I thought: wait to get that fly could mean something else ...

At night I went out again, and my feathered friends to fly around the city. I was with Alexis, who wanted to talk to me, and we ate a portion of chitterlings involved and accompanied by provolone cheese and wine glass house. We got home happy one in the morning and opened the door the smell was only noticeable.

-Alejo, there must be a dead bat, the other day I opened the blinds and saw an escape, the other had to stay there, suddenly I was standing on the inside of the shade and roll was dead.

"Well, tell the landlord and am open that and look what's ...

in our food, I had been lecturing Alejo within my wines, "brother, there are problems that face them, one always leaves grow their fears and fears are not that great original." So I was consistent with my words and said, "no, what will, one, help me to remove the cover that and look. "Anyway, I was convinced that this fear could not be bigger than a bat. How wrong I was!

We got up the paths sheets to cover our mouths, we were two officials improvised Legal Medicine willing to make a body lift. But our appearance was rather that of a pair of Shiite terrorists and a screwdriver to raise the cap: indeed, the poor bat fell to the floor, very stiff and not very nice, doll, better life.

I got into a bag and throw it cowardly to fly to posterity through the window. We leave open the hole in the roof to aerate el apartamento y charlamos un rato. El olor no pasaba, pero olvidé el incidente y pusimos de nuevo la tapa, a las cinco se fue Alejo, a las seis fui a dormir.

Me despertó nuevamente el olor al mediodía. ¿Podría haber otro murciélago que no hubiéramos visto? Me parecía improbable porque ya habíamos revisado antes de cerrar el techo. Me metí en internet, olvidé el asunto y me convencí de que era un olor fantasma, los resquicios, los restos, el reflejo de la muerte.

Pero las moscas seguían llegando, se metían en el apartamento, volvían a buscar entrar por todos lados. Maldita sea, me armé de valor, solo, y volví a retirar la metal cover. I started looking, suit kitchen duster on a stick and started to look into a sort of ditch that was between the blind and the gap opened by removing the cover, was just the space where the rail opens window, but at the top. I saw nothing and could not get his head to look at as the space was too small, so only fumbled with the stick duster.

Then, a second dead bat in the ditch, who pry out and fell to the floor, just like last night. I went for the bag as a good officer, I returned to store and went to check if there was something else in that area.

both with the duster, here, there, and came the horror: there was one more, and another and another, and there was another dry skeletal and seemed to have died two years ago, and another and another, and I am in shorts and a bank with the sheet covering my mouth and nose was prying bodies of bats with a duster, terrified, pale, pathetic. I suppose some
building across the street neighbor had to die of laughter with my tragicomedy.

In total there were eleven. Eleven bats girls kept on stock and finally met in a bag black
Adidas, "Impossible is Nothing." My shutter was a mass grave and I wanted to die. Called Alejo, "Come, I'm terrified," asked the elevator with the bag in his hand to leave the corpses in the street, garbage should happen soon.

"All I beg is not no one going up the elevator." I felt like a murderer who is going to get rid of the evidence. And should be: I went down one floor and the floor 12 had asked the elevator. He got an albino who is mentally retarded and have seen several times with his mother. The scene was terrible, I went downstairs with a bag full of dead bats smelled paramilitary farm garden, next to a retarded staring at my trembling hands holding the cargo of death while his mother was gestures of indignation and disgust.

sweated twelve floors down forever, and left the bag next to a tree. I walked, walked, walked in circles until the entire block got into a Cotto and bought flavoring and disinfectant as he thought he could not have killed eleven bats a single pull of a neurotic start unnecessary.

I went home and took a burst of flavor endless belief that it could clear my conscience. I almost cried, until he rang the intercom. Replied the other side I heard the voice of Alejo: "Batman?".

lunch later with Marta, reluctantly. I do not know why, in the following days there were many bats flying between the buildings, I guess you're thinking that this area was very dangerous. "There is a paramilitary HP Floor 13 is killing us because he says that blacks are guerrilla collaborators."

But they knew how bad I got to feel: ten years ago I was rescued bats in my father's house in Cali, when they were stoned by an arrangement that was made in the roof, the dozens of bats at this time rescued may be able to redeem the victims of today ...

Days later, at least an act of shame for the slaughter (an act of reparation and justice I hope not as cowardly as those of our country) I researched some more facts about these animals that belong to the order of bats. Its name comes from the Latin muris, mouse, and caeculus, short-blind, in fact, the original name in English is a bat, so the children always pronounce it right, but the use of the word led to bat.

The myth of Dracula's immortality is directly related to the species to which it referred to: the bats, despite how small, can live 15 years or more. It must be remembered how amazing it can be its radar system and are the only mammals capable to fly autonomously (some squirrels plan), but are perhaps the qualities which they hold from hibernation his greatest achievements: the bat is able to reduce
your heart beats 180 to 3 per minute and scientists keep them ( alive) in refrigerators:
they can to lower the temperature of your body and enter a dormant state.

So good ... killing eleven bats a Tacaza not for nothing I'm proud because it looks like, a bat life is a great wonder: from the biological point of view is as important as human life, but the moral of the species does not condemn me.

As a final act of atonement took the camera the window for three nights and tried to photograph them. The result was reflected: I took 200 photos out of focus and the only clear, it was out of frame (as seen below.) At least I found that there is nothing more difficult to portray a bat in flight.






So if I appeal to other courts to heal my fault, however, that Batman forgive me!