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With half a newspaper
I made a paper boat
in the fountain of my house
I made him navigate very well.
A. Nerve
One of the activities that we used to carry out as teachers, in our time of militancy, to carry out proselytizing exercises for our ideas, was to link up with workers’ organizations. At its headquarters we organized courses to prepare those interested in obtaining the sixth grade certificate. This activity allowed us to come into contact with many workers from different branches, where stories rained down, some loaded with tragedy and others with great humor.
The story to which I will refer moves between these two extremes and refers to an official of the courts of the Central Coast who had access to the property documents registered in the state of Vargas. This official periodically removed some documents at random, to turn them into paper boats and every weekend he took them to the town of Macuto to see them navigate.
Some children of the community, who already knew about these adventures, waited for him with joy every weekend, to receive a paper boat as a gift and thus compete with shouts, watching them go away, overcoming the waves, propelled by the wind.
Everything was discovered when in the middle of work his colleagues noticed that makeshift shipyard, where more than a dozen small boats surrounded his desk and the material with which they had been built was evident.
The alarm and the presence of the supervisor did not faze that builder, who always responded to the questions “the properties sail well, if there is a good breeze and do not worry, documents are what is left over in this building”.
At the precise moment when the ambulance siren sounded his entrance to the main door and the nurses jumped into the building with their clothes, his co-workers had already disarmed all the boats and the poor, uncontrollable and violent madman was crying with fury at not being able to enjoy his weekend in Macuto.
Friends and relatives who managed to visit him weeks later commented that they had isolated him, because in the building’s fountain several case histories gracefully sailed around the stone sculptures, in the form of fish, whose puffs of water fed the fountain and cooled a little weather in the sanatorium.
Nothing else, that’s what I wanted to tell you.
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