Me encontraba muy quebrantado, de cuerpo y espíritu. Se había disipado la euforia tras el éxito de la operación, y en su lugar había dejado una especie de resaca en mi cabeza. El brazo me dolía como si el diablo se hubiera hecho cargo de él, en prenda o a cuenta de sus futuros derechos sobre mi alma o mi cuerpo, lo que fuese que debía sufrir el castigo por mis muchos errores. En el pecado –dicen- está la penitencia. Ese era, ni más ni menos, mi caso. Triste por la pérdida lamentable de Charlie, mi último amigo de los viejos tiempos, cómplice de fechorías desde la adolescence, faithful and loyal companion. However, their efforts to rise above their chances had cost him his life in a stupid incident. That led me to reflect briefly, and promised myself I would never try to navigate stormy waters too deep for the size of my ships. But the purposes are one, always the best, and finally the facts are what they are.
I took a couple of capsules of "adolonta" and after a while the ordeal became a permanent nuisance but manageable. My head began to run, it was clear that Charlie had to follow in the footsteps of Philip, that is, would meet with him in the depths Atlantic. Dimitri instructed on how to proceed and what to buy, especially weight belts. Rented two cars (I did not have any setbacks over mobility), a van to transport the body, and a car for commuting we needed. We also rented a motor boat with the fishing port. The owner, an old and weathered fisherman who apparently supplemented his meager catch turtles with unemployment now close to his retirement, he asked no questions, merely willingly receive tickets that would give yourself an extra joy.
In the middle of the night moved the boat's body wrapped in a blanket from the hotel, along with two submachine guns and two revolvers were used and therefore it was essential to disappear. We just stayed with my gun, gun Charlie (both passed into the hands of Ivo), and sniper rifle that was kept in a closet with a false bottom in the room of the hotel manager, which for now only I had key. With the first light of dawn Framework and Dimitri were made at sea. I would have liked to accompany them and in honor of Charlie firing some salvos before bury him, make it look like a ceremony. But Ivo went to fetch the doctor and I had to stay to wait for your visit and receive healing.
The wound is progressing normally despite the pain, there was no infection, no fever. As soon as Mark and Dimitri returned to dispatch sea, order them to return to Madrid on the first plane and return to her job in Sparta, SA De Ivo could not do without because I needed a driver. The Bosnian Serbs had proved himself a man of varied and effective resource for all types of situations, and also did not have to return to a destination, since it did not appear high. Rosita
I called to see how things were going, and offered to fly to Las Palmas to keep me company, but I refused so far. Things were not at all calm and did not need more people, but less in the hotel. And in fact we had moved to the top floor, the back rooms, to make our presence is as unobtrusive as possible. And of course, while being accompanied by one of the men would not allow me to meet Rosita. Dr. Chaid
disinfected and re-dress the wound. He was very skillful and careful in everything he did. I was very grateful to him, so I wanted to know what those problems I had with its documentation, in case you could return the favor. I was surprised that being a doctor, and his age, lived only in a pension very modest. I could understand and thinning of its history, given his odd way of narrating, his circumlocutions, his ellipses, and my ignorance of the historical-political context he referred to is the following:
was born, lived and worked doctor in El Aaiun, capital of Western Sahara, when that territory was under English rule, to be exact was not a colony but a English province and its people enjoyed the same rights. "I had my passport and my English national identity," he said, and insisted: "I'm English, and my children are English."
In 1976, months after Morocco invaded the Sahara, CHAID moved to the desert to help as a doctor in the Saharawi refugee camps. His wife and children left for the Canary Islands. He spent a year with refugees. In the end, unable to resist the nostalgia of his family also ended up leaving the Canary Islands, where some years living and working as a doctor, always with English documentation.
In 1980, going to renew the national paper the police confiscated it. He said he had to present a birth certificate. I asked the Central Registry, but their data did not appear. The English authorities, the leave the Sahara, it is assumed that had brought the civil registry books. But the certificate did not exist, or not met, or had been destroyed. Tried to present their marriage certificates and birth certificates for their children, but it is not admitted as evidence of his national origin. Later going to renew their social security card, it happened exactly the same, their data had also been deleted. Startled, he looked the last document she had, her former medical card. Distressed, went to the College of Physicians, to verify their data, and discovered with horror that there were not any news of its existence. Soon after, in the hospital where he worked, learned of their irregular situation, and threatened or asked to cancel the service, or denounce him for the crime of professional encroachment. In one his many efforts to police, one of the officials, perhaps out of compassion, or perhaps by removing the above problem, advised him to legalize their situation calling for a residence permit ... and Moroccan immigrants in Spain. Chaid indignantly rejected the suggestion. "That would mean recognizing that I am not English," he added. Later, his wife, tired of the painful situation that dragged, and angry for rejecting Chaid the humiliating exit offered him, left him. He was then no passport, no national paper, no title of doctor, no wife, no children. He had lost everything ... but dignity, he said. Then tried to hire a lawyer to make their case in court, but having no money, no shyster accepted the difficult mission. When I finally had the great good fortune to encounter a lawyer who selflessly volunteered to represent him, she encountered another problem: for the professional to represent him had to grant power, or a notary, well before the same court, but for that I needed a document to establish his identity, whether passport, residence permit or license. None of that was CHAID, so he stayed with lawsuit lawyer without scratching. It was the snake biting its tail.
And so it was, hurt, resentful, ready to die of hunger or misery and guilt of shame fell upon the English authorities. Occasionally did odd jobs in the informal economy to survive poorly. The truth, I really had a hard time believing the story, not so much that the English government had been capable of such injustice, and my distrust of government is innate, but it was hard to understand Chaid stubbornness in not residence permit to accept that she was offered. For a moment even crossed my mind if everything would not be the paranoid fantasy of your mind, traumatized by war in the Sahara. I guess some of my thoughts sensed CHAID, and who took out his wallet and showed me an old, worn card of the College of Physicians, with a faded photograph but which could still recognize a Chaid young, intelligent, vital, dynamic, buoyant and bright. At that point, I had no doubts the accuracy of total and brutal history.
"I'd like to help, CHAID .- I said. "But I do not know how. The only thing that could bring is a fake passport ... English, of course. But I'm afraid that will not accept. - And for the first time in that late afternoon, I saw him grinning, I guess so ephemeral enjoy moral superiority possessed before me. Ivo At that moment came in the room.
-fishermen have returned.
- Has done well fishing? I asked.
"The calm sea and fair wind.
"Great, have you been to the doctor where he asks?
"Gladly.
When Mark and Dimitri rose, confirming what I had anticipated Ivo, I informed my decision to leave the island and return to Madrid. But one by one, just in case.
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