Sleeping with the cuy
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Vip Luggage Locks Reset
By: Hugo knew
I'm not the same. A bit of me has died and another was revived. I suspect that I live a little more animal than before, and some rodent-of barely breathing-how has become a bit of what I was a couple of weeks.
And I slept with a guinea pig to change my luck. The idea came from Mom and Dad, I remember the New Year. Here in the Andes, people are assured that changed with the rabbit runs, the truth I have also begun to believe in this.
Little science and a lot of myth say the skeptics, the principle also argued, however some unexplained things have happened, like the time that Dad was in poor health and had to confront medical X-rays with the results of the change in guinea pig: was virtually the same.
Or when a neighbor made a miraculous recovery from a disease that doctors could not solve. It was the guinea pig took these evils, they are uploaded to death and when his shearer, people could see the bowels of who slept with him. Same happened to me.
Mom says that it is usual to be in the afternoons, I refused, had to undergo treatment at dawn. It was when the roosters were just beginning to take its first quiquirequeos, my dreams were interrupted by the bustle of my parents at that time my doctors.
drowsiness Amid dad saw near my bed with a guinea between his thick fingers, I have to admit that his shadow gave me a bit of dread, I felt like Tom to see the shadow of Jerry when you see the silhouette of the mouse is enlarged and resembles a giant monster when contrasted with the light of fire in the middle of a cave. Then, I woke up parallel to the ticking of the old clock hanging on the wall.
Irremediablemente had to agree to share the warmth of my sheets with the furry creature, which accommodated in my arms, it was slippery, as if he wanted to escape a dead mouse out of fear, although every attempt was futile, because I retained, I felt a bit of scratching, but eventually could be still for a long moment.
think dozed for several minutes, I have no certainty, mom says it was something more than an hour, just know that when I woke for the second time kept to what would become my X in the middle of my wet hands. The damned had peed in my skin.
I complained as a kid, "mamaaá, the guinea pig has urinated in their hands "after a minute came back I always attentive parent, grinned and pulled me from the occasional victim of my treatments.
I could learn more, Dad took care of the rest, I had to go back to sleep, I was annoyed because I could not wash my hands until sunrise. I do not remember I dreamed in the next few minutes, when I got and the sun shone in all its fullness. It was eight o'clock.
They told me later, was responsible for my mother, my father ratified it, certainly was not sick, at least not as assumed, but I detected any condition in column born of stress, "white balls are forming in your back" she told me Mom, I assumed they were those weird things fatigue and anger caused me in recent months.
the rest did not have to worry, my tallarinesca structure was reflected in the bone marrow of the animal, my hobbies too, and laziness, and sleepiness, and moodiness. I felt different since then, a little better I have to admit, but not sticking to me like the subject was my friend guinea pig.
True, maybe only be mere psychological matter, but curiously doctor consultation days later I confirmed that I'm fine, "perhaps a little stressed." Mom and Dad say I should repeat the treatment, what do you say?
(Hugo knew is a graduate of the Professional School of Science Communication & n of Puno, Peru?, Press officer at the Los Andes, a journalist with Radio Pachamama) 
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