The children thought of what they saw, for the first time, as a ship of enemy ships. It was like a black promontory at sea approaching them little by little. The boys noticed that he did not carry a flag or a mast. Then they thought that he was a big whale, but when he reached the shore and turned away the serpent and the maple fibers and the fish that covered him, he found them drowned.
The boys started to play with that body and they threw it in the dirt sometimes and they came out sometimes even if a man passed by and saw what they were doing to their river and sought the village to alert its people to what happened.
The men who carried the dead to the first house in the village felt heavier than the other dead. They felt as if they were carrying the body of a horse and said to themselves:
"This may have resulted from the survival of the drowning for a long time under the sea and water entered the bone marrow."
When the men put the body on the ground they found it was taller than all the men, the dead head was attached to the wall of the room as it approached the opposite wall, and one of the men wondered if it was due to some of the drowning their bodies after death.
Dead was carrying the smell of the sea, and was covered with a layer of clay and fish. It was not necessary to clean the face to let men know that the drowning is not from their village, their poverty is small and contains only twenty small wooden houses, and the village was rare soil, which made women afraid to bear the wind and prevent children from planting flowers, but the dead were rare The living did not find a place to bury them and they threw them from the top of the cliff ..
Their sea was pleasant, calm and generous. The men of the village were not many. The seven boats in their possession were enough to carry them all, so they had to look at themselves to know that no one was missing them.
On the evening of that day the men did not go fishing in the sea. They all went to search the nearby villages for the missing, while the women stayed in the village to take care of the gourd. They took mud from his body with fibers and rubbed his hair with sea algae and peeled off his skin with knives.
The women noticed that the algae that were covering the corpse belong to a platypus living deep in the far ocean, his clothes torn as if he were swimming in a maze of coral. The women also noted that the drowning had met the king of death in pride and pride of his face does not carry the prey of the sunken sea or the misery of the rivers. When the women finished cleaning the dead and preparing them, their breath stopped. They had never seen a man in such beauty and prestige.
The women of the village did not find the body, because of the excessive length, beds or table that could carry them during the night. The dead man did not enter the biggest pants and no body in the biggest shirts, and the women did not find the dead shoe covering his feet after they tried the biggest shoes.
The women lost to their fathers in front of this huge body, and in detail they sewed sails of sails, as well as a shirt of transparent "Ugandan", it is fitting to die in such prestige and beauty.
The women sat around the drowning in a circle between the fingers of each needle and took the clothes. They were admiring the body from time to time; it seemed to them that the wind had never been so strong before and not for the Caribbean. Confused like that evening. "If this man lived in our village, he would have built the largest and most durable houses," he said. "He built a house with wide doors, a high ceiling and a solid floor. He made a steel and iron bed for himself if he were a fisherman." It is enough for him to call fish by their names to come to him. , No doubt he worked hard to dig a well and get out of the rocks of water and succeed in germination of the flowers on the spines.
She took each one of them to compare it with her husband. It was a precious opportunity to complain and say that their husbands were the biggest poor.
Women entered into the mazes of imagination.
Akbar said: "The dead face of one could be called Esteban." That was true. Others had to look at him to understand that he could not have another name. The more stubborn and youthful, she continued to fantasize that Garcia was lying next to flowers and that a shiny shoe could only carry a roman name like Lotaro.
In fact, what the largest of them said was true was the shape of the dead in his clothes, where the shorts were not good detail and appeared short and narrow, as the women did not improve measurement and the buttons were cut off as if the heart of the deceased has returned to palpitations strongly ..
After midnight the wind subsided, the sea quieted, and everything was silent. The women then agreed that the drowning might already carry the name of Esteban, and none of the women who were dead, who had hair, who cut off his nails and washed his beard, did not block the grief. One of them did not feel remorse when they left the body lying on the floor. When each one went to her house, they thought how sick the poor man was, and how many problems he was after chasing him, even after death, no doubt he was bending every time he entered through the doors. Standing at every visit, so like the Malpese, before the housewife found him a chair to bear ... The housewife was undoubtedly praying to the Lord every time the chair does not crash. Each time he was answered by Esteban in a smile that reflected his feeling of well-being to keep him standing. He was tired of repeating such events, and no doubt the people were saying to him, "Stay and drink the coffee with us." Then, after he goes apologizing, he whispers: This idiot. "
This is what women later thought of as drowning.
At dawn, the women covered the dead face for fear of the sun when we saw weakness on his face. They saw the drowning as weak as their husbands, and their eyes were softer and more merciful.
Crying increased until he became the largest poor on earth.
When the men came back after they got wet