My Aunt Angelina and I have something in common, and it is our passion for tea. Is a vice, a vice but enjoy little like a mortal sin.
Every time I visit my aunt, once a month and nothing else, gave him tea, a tea that she does not know, tea tasty and delicious come from Afghanistan or Iran or India. And my aunt who is very sinful, it gets all red. Not if you feel guilty or not, for my part I think everyone has to cope with their sins.
is because of this passion for tea that my aunt has "Saturday you 'once a month. I am invited and I will always reluctantly. I do not like the human body, I do not like being with people. I like the solitude, books and be with my favorite friends, my dogs and my cats. But my aunt go home because if my aunt did not go to a phone call and give me the can. When leaving the house always check if I carry my Rescue Remedy, by Dr. Bach. Just in case. I would not have a panic attack among their guests.
While your guests are always the same, or rather the same: Adelaide and Dolores. Both are very nice, but I do not like nice people. So it is in a bad mood I'm in front of them. And in a bad mood to hear them talk about their latest purchases, his latest binge and his later encounters with the group to which they are affiliated, a kind of Catholic sect and not very clear about its objectives: secret meetings where planning trips abroad to visit castles where the Templars lived, very elitist conferences on topics such as Rosicrucian or Catharism; films visions some royalty ... When I speak of this organization, called " The group of five " have to see how they shine their eyes and their voices take on a slow schedule and studied, very mysterious tone. But if you believe that envy is wrong. I envy such rubbish, frankly. Life is very simple when one lives with dogs and cats and in a village of 20 inhabitants. Is it so hard to understand this? And to complicate things with so much mystery?
authors also sometimes read a great blandness, as well known as the Dan Brown. In short, each with their madness. And let me, yes, at peace with mine.
My aunt has a very conventional tea, good saves for her, it takes forever alone with her three cats, Nemesis, Pandora and Frankenstein. But with his tea cakes always first quality. I love them, but not just me. Adelaide and Dolores look like two snakes eating the cakes, so I have to make do for at least eat one or two. The rest I've seen here and here and not there.
The Dolores is very strange lately. Have a look so lost and is due, according to Adelaide, a discovery that has made about earthquakes. He says these are caused by the human hand with sophisticated machines that can change the time and everything. I can not believe I so desire absurd incongruities. And I always like to disturb the Dolores is a small defect which gives me much pleasure.
- And it is not possible, Dolores, These earthquakes are caused by the hand of a woman?
Dolores looks at me with disgust while zampa a cake in a quarter of a second. Just the one I had in view. The damned.
This reminds me a reproachful look that is sometimes Eduardo, one of my best friends, since I have few friends but that if it is large. Eduardo is among those who are involved in this conspiracy of . Another absurdity large as the pyramid of Khufu because of my conspiracy theory that makes sense only on this earth is life itself. Somebody played a bad joke installed on this planet. Expected to take and you'll see.
I said, that the conspiracy has me sick . Those who are involved in this kind of intellectualism not stop. That if this or that, if this attack and the other that if the New World Order, that if the Bilderberg , that if men ... Harta reptiles is not the right word, rather disgusted. As complicated like life. With how happy one can be alone with a good book dealing with the First World War and a good tazoncito area. With that I forget even my own existence. Eduardo dares to call me at 3 am, dares to catch me in battle of Verdun, dares to say that President Bush is an Anunnaki and that Obama probably is but that is not very well sure, it lacks evidence.
- And this terrible determination, Eduardo dear friend, I guess it keeps you awake at night is not it?
- Exactly. Luckily there are good friends who understand everything.
- Eduardo, I've caught in the middle of deadly carnage of Verdun, between February 21 and 19 December 1916 just when Philippe Pétain is scratching his chin wondering if it's worth much dead for just a bit, say bit, ground ... but not if you know this battle has killed 250 000 people do you know?
- As I will not know if I've said more than 500 times.
- That's it.
- But you do not realize that the Anunnaki want our extermination?
- Edward, dear friend brave man who dares interrupt me at three in the morning ... let me tell you and we are all dead. Kaputt. Finito. We have all lost at Verdun a rainy morning. And enough of such nonsense.
I think this morning I hung up I'm not sure. Although this does not prevent Eduardo to call when you want to. Again and again, no matter the day or month. is an ingrate. Such are the conspiracy, a species that is taking place but by force of punches and a lot of chutzpah. So where will we get, God only knows.
The closing and opening time eye and is not a single cupcake on a plate that my aunt left us on the oak table. Surrounding this table one day we remember Ouija. But that's another story.
When it's time to go and it is night. My aunt wants me to stay, if I have to insist that my dogs and my cats do not give me any permission to stay overnight away from home because I have very controlled. Before leaving my aunt forced me to go and say hello to Nemesis, Pandora and Frankenstein that during the meeting area have been locked in another room because Adelaide is allergic cats, as bad witch to be. My you always gives me a bag with a roll in a tea that will surely be great, more than it has given us this afternoon. I'm always very happy because I know that at night I can make a good tea, tasty and delicious, surrounded by my dogs and cats and with a good book for company. To ask for more from life!
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