The colorless city was lost in the clouds and the blue Pacific Ocean. Hiromu fastened his belt, closed his eyes and recalled a Christmas song by Nat King Cole, always remembered when a plane started to descend. For some reason that is worth pursuing, landing as he triggered the tune of Pink Floyd Money when he walked.
was clear that he had reviewed several photos on his laptop Tocopilla never going to compare with reality. There were few photos online Tocopilla and repeated that of a camel-shaped stone, the chimneys of the thermal power of Alejandro Jodorowsky, writer-perhaps the most famous tocopillano, "the parade and Alexis Sanchez, the footballer. "Welcome
cemetery," said Masaaki as he descended the stairs of the Cerro Moreno airport in Antofagasta. Hiromu, meanwhile, was photographing the plane parked on the slab, with the bottom of the hill between red and purple that stretched like an island.
"I told you this place looked like Peter Jackson film," said Hiromu.
- Who the fuck happened to build a city here! - Said Masaaki stopped in the middle of the dishes with hands on hips. "Come
said his companion.
Both were surprised by the collision between the earth and sea, scenery that looked like two disparate pieces strung together to force a puzzle. Hiromu had been similar elsewhere in Asia, but here in this place in Chile, it was as if the landscape was always exerting force, thrusting. The image of the Cerro Moreno, falling over the Pacific was magnificent. He
many thoughts come to me, "said a contemplative desert Hiromu.
- What are those thoughts desert? - Asked Masaaki his face disfigured by the question.
"Nothing. Nothingness itself. Listen, nothing. Silence. In the desert, I have said, you can hear to drain the blood. Hiromu
continued speaking in Japanese, an issue that provoked curiosity among children and people passing by.
- is almost unthinkable that a city arises here, "he continued, should have very large interests behind this city. Much money in Las Vegas or perhaps the ambition, pure and simple greed. Old West, that. Clint Eastwood. Best Mars. Here, the Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury. There must be many people crazy around here, surely many crazy. This mixture desert and third world, should be lethal-
"You're all a philosopher, teacher, a philosopher of the driest desert in the world," said Masaaki.
"Nothing," said Hiromu dry.
- Nothing to master? -
"I'm not nice to treat me like an idiot, and I feel you're determined to do it because it became clear to me on the trip and do not want this to continue during the time spent at Do you think this place? -. Masaaki shook his head and hurried his steps. Hiromu
-while waiting for luggage to appear on the complexity thought to be his relationship with the young. I knew the boy did not take it seriously or, finally did not know. Masaaki had ironized the rusticity of the project several times on the plane. It was too simple-minded, thought Masaaki, unless Hiromu carry some rare explosive to cause a mega earthquake history anyway although it seemed ridiculous to put it at one point during the trip. There was much to think about the 24 hour flight, with several scales, to Santiago. He thought about staying in Sao Paulo, for example, and send to hell the project. The other possibility is that explosives had already ordered in Chile, either stored in a warehouse for an underwater explosion. Sounded like science fiction, but some of his compatriots were able to do his worst to save his honor.
devices a month earlier had come to Chile and after some paperwork, which managed the Japanese Embassy, \u200b\u200b" Tocopilla were already in a warehouse, located in a scrap yard. Could be shocking that the machine would cost several million dollars if the gamble paid off, was a few meters from the landfill and farm pigs. It was as if the Ark of the Covenant was buried under a stall or something.
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