A thorough gentleman but a bit abstract, received a letter, which really took time waiting one day. The letter maiden came from the Bureau of stock and said, with laconic politeness, which was imminent declaration of existence, and therefore be prepared maiden to come into existence within short time. He was glad the message, and did nothing as far in advance had done everything necessary to exist, from any time with or without notice. Slightly elated at the idea of existence, maiden considered the time it was then, the gap between the existing and the absence as a kind of vacation; since nothing could happen maiden until I had actually come into being, treated with some indulgence: he got up late, walking most of the day, performed brief trips to relaxing and picturesque places. He hoped the final letter, without impatience, knowing that the proceedings maiden were delicate, subtle operations, huge distances, inefficient postal service. After three months of the first letter, he received a second, informing him of an error: the previous letter had come because of a diachronic homonymy as a man with the same name and last name had to be born within six centuries in the same town. Therefore, the above letter was annulled, and his case had been reopened, and was in the process of opinion; but the letter did not insinuate an imminent existence, the tone was encouraging. He experienced a slight setback, but not deemed appropriate upset, because in the universe he remained a very small thing and tried to consider the postponement as a new holiday: but could not deny that their innocent outbursts had some bitter. The third letter came after six months; evidently did not concern him, and someone must have sent a letter alien, because it spoke of his already produced death, and lamented the failed delivery maiden in the office of the company left shoulder. He could not help thinking that the Bureau of stock committing serious errors, which saddened him. After a year, a new letter maiden written so strangely outside the grammar, for the second time alluded to the problem of the left shoulder, wearing a date that was nine after the day had come centuries. Carefully examining the envelope, he realized that his name was written with a slight inaccuracy, maiden and at that moment left both preexisting and not exist. "Sixty" in Centuria, Giorgio Manganelli, editorial Anagram.
Eduardo Berti author of the novels "Water" maiden (Tusquets), "Women of Wakefield" maiden (Tusquets), "All Funes" (Anagram), "Shadow of boxer" (Norma / The Other Shore) and books story "The Birds" (Pages foam) and "The Impossible maiden Life" (Emecé). His latest book of short stories is "The unforgettable" (Pages foam). His latest novel is "The country imagined" (Emecé 2011 Las Américas Prize Award 2012). View my profile
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