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Nadie vendrá
—¡Vaya! es un bonito cuadro, me gusta quizá va con tu estilo.
El hombre se encontraba de espalda, estaba como ido, a lo mejor buscaba algo dentro de su imaginación, hurgo entre su barba y miró al viejo que le hablaba.
—Son tiempos difíciles, —dijo el viejo, — me recuerda a esas películas bélicas cuando salían orgullosos a bombardear al enemigo.
—Así es viejo, pero sabes una cosa, una vez estuve en un sitio así, muy parecido, estábamos bajo una montaña de hielo realizando experimentos, era una locura, creábamos armas de guerra, nadie sabía que allí existía esos laboratorios
—¿Tú estabas ahí?
—Si viejo, soy ingeniero químico, la orden que teníamos, era obtener un virus mortal para vencer al enemigo.
El hombre se detuvo a respirar, lo hacía con esfuerzo, tomo un poco de agua y luego señaló hacia el cuadro.
—Esas montañas deben haber quedado así, o quizás peor, pero aún tengo conmigo el ruido de los aviones, que iban y venían lanzando sus bombas, la montaña comenzó a caer, todos corrimos hacia los vehículos submarinos, yo logré llegar junto con uno de los científicos, estaba herido y como pude lo arrastré hasta el submarino y logré sumergirlo.
—¿Por qué pasó eso, si estaban en un sitio aislado?
—Nunca lo supe viejo, mi amigo, antes de morir me dijo que ellos tenían el virus en sus manos.
—Por eso, ahora pintas esos recuerdos, ya me lo imaginaba, algo tenía que ver con la guerra.
—Así es viejo, ahora mi amigo yace en el fondo del océano en un ataúd de lujo y yo pude llegar a esta isla.
—¿Por qué me cuentas esta historia?
—Estoy enfermo, ves, como me cuesta respirar, no pienses que tengo el virus, si lo tuviera ya estaría muerto, te cuento porque necesito hablar con alguien de lo que pasó, porque todas las noches oigo esos aviones volar sobre mí y quiero que usted me diga que nadie vendrá a esta isla olvidada del mundo.
—Nadie vendrá, —dijo el viejo, —hace rato que todos en esta isla dejamos de existir. Nadie vendrá.
Lo abrazó y el hombre temblaba, podía escuchar la montaña viniéndose abajo.
No one will come
—It's a nice painting, I like it, maybe it goes with your style.
The man's back was turned, he was as if he was gone, maybe he was looking for something in his imagination, he rummaged through his beard and looked at the old man who was talking to him.
—These are hard times, — said the old man, —it reminds me of those war movies when they proudly went out to bomb the enemy.
—That's right, old man, but you know something, I was once in a place like that, very similar, we were under a mountain of ice doing experiments, it was crazy, we were creating weapons of war, and nobody knew that those laboratories existed there.
—Were you there?
—Yes, old man, I am a chemical engineer, the order we had was to obtain a deadly virus to defeat the enemy.
The man stopped to breathe, he did it with effort, he drank some water and then he pointed to the painting.
—Those mountains must have looked like that, or maybe worse, but I still have with me the noise of the airplanes that came and went dropping their bombs, the mountain began to fall, and we all ran towards the submarine vehicles, I managed to get there together with one of the scientists, he was wounded and as I could I dragged him to the submarine and managed to submerge him.
—Why did that happen, if they were in an isolated place?
—I never knew, old man, my friend, before he died, told me that they had the virus in their hands.
—That's why, now you're painting those memories, I already imagined it, it had something to do with the war.
—That's the right old man, now my friend is lying at the bottom of the ocean in a luxury coffin and I was able to get to this island.
—Why are you telling me this story?
—I'm sick, you see, how it's hard for me to breathe, don't think I have the virus, if I had it I would be dead by now, I'm telling you because I need to talk to someone about what happened, because every night I hear those planes flying over me and I want you to tell me that nobody will come to this forgotten island of the world.
—No one will come, — said the old man, —it has been a while since everyone on this island ceased to exist. No one will come.
He hugged him and the man trembled, he could hear the mountain coming down.
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