Life's a bitch? No, you are.

   Charlie was still breathing heavily. Mike went out of bed, almost running to the bathroom. From there, came the sound of running water. Charlie wasn’t really listening, still trying to catch his breath. He had this stupid smile on his face and he knew it but had no idea of how to get rid of it. Anyway, who cared? He was happy and wanted to feel that way for as long as he could. It wasn’t that often he felt fulfilled in life.

 His boss had recently promised him a promotion, then Mike had moved in with him and they were planning a trip around Europe to celebrate their first year together. It was all going great and he had no reason to stop smiling. When Mike came back to bed, he told Charlie he was very thirsty and had to drink water from the tap. Charlie kept smiling at him and kissed him without saying a word. Just as they were, they fell asleep until the day was new.

 They had breakfast and a nice conversation before separating to get to their jobs. Then, Charlie’s happiness ended. He had been notified that someone else had landed the promotion instead of him. All morning, he was too embarrassed by this new development to ask anything but, after lunch, he decided to talk to his boss about it. After all, he liked him and new that he would be honest and would properly explain what had happened.

 As it happens, the guy who had landed the promotion was not even a long time employee but a new staff member and the boss told Charlie he had been obligated to give him that post as he was the company’s owner son. Charlie tried to understand how a person that had been working there for four years, working hard to be precise, was not going to get the job and a kid who had no idea of the business just landed the gig because he was related to someone.

 Unknown to him, Charlie had asked this enraged, screaming a bit and visibly annoyed. The boss asked him to calm down but he didn’t. He had no idea what came over him but he just started grabbing things and throwing them all around the room. He was about to go for his boss when two security guards subdued him. He was in such a state; it was hard for them to pull him out of there. He was not a tall guy but he was apparently really strong and would go without further fighting. But the two guys were stronger and they threw him out the front door. They left but returned shortly, telling him he needed to ask someone to empty his desk. He called his only friend in the office and she put everything worth something in a box and gave it to him in the parking lot. They parted, saying nothing.

 He walked to a coffee shop with his box and tried calling Mike from his cellphone several times but he wasn’t picking up. The last time he tried, the call went straight to voice mail. Then something came over him. It wasn’t the rage he had felt before but rather a sense of worry, that something wasn’t completely fine. He decided to go back to his house and call Mike from there. Maybe his cellphone had just died or maybe something else was going on. It was certainly not the best day to be Charlie and, as he walked to the train station with his box, he hoped for everything to be ok and for this to be just a normal day or a dream.

 When he stepped off the train, he received a call from the bank, telling him why he had his bank account blocked. He hung up immediately. It made no sense that his account was blocked and he knew those calls were just pranks or ways to get his data in order to rob him. He wasn’t going to fall for that. He walked fast from the station to his building. He was helped by a lady to open the front door and took the stairs as the elevator took too long to arrive at the ground floor. When he finally made it to the sixth floor, he looked for the keys in the box and open the door.

 The place was empty and he had hoped to see Mike there. But he was obviously at work. He just wanted to know right away that he was ok but apparently that was a lot to ask for. He decided to take the phone and call him again but the cellphone number he was calling was dead. Voice mail time and again. Then he sat in his sofa and started thinking where he might be. He could go to Mike’s work, but he said they didn’t know he was gay so maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe…

 And then he heard it. It was a sound coming from somewhere, like the one of someone complaining but soft. It was just as if someone tried to be silent but couldn’t really mask their own voice. It was then when Charlie realized the sound was not coming from outside or from another apartment. It was coming from one of the rooms, from the bedroom to be precise. He forgot all about his search for Mike, about his dismissal and his little box filled with shitty things. He just walked down the hall and opened the door, without even thinking much about it.

 The bedroom door was never closed but it had been this time and he now knew why. Mike was there all right. But he wasn’t wearing any clothes and wasn’t hurt at all except a few nail marks in his back. Trying to cover himself up, Mike fell from the bed and Charlie saw the person who had been moaning. Different than he might think, the person was a woman. Charlie had never seen her before and that really didn’t matter.

-       Get out of my house…

 The woman looked at Mike and then at Charlie and then at Mike again, who was putting up his underwear and walking slowly to Charlie.

-       Get the fuck out of my house! And you…

 He said nothing. The woman picked up her things and ran past Charlie, still naked. She took his bed sheet but he didn’t care. He just wanted her out of his home. Once she was out, he stood in front of the door, still shocked. There was no way of crying, of going through another episode of crazy rage. He was too overwhelmed and too hurt to cry, scream or yell. Mike came out of the bedroom and was about to touch him but Charlie slapped his arm to one side and told him to go fuck himself. He told him he had been the best person in the world to him for a whole year. How could he be like this to him?

 He shouldn’t have asked. Mike told him, caressing his arm, that he had liked at first and that he was a nice fuck but that was it. He got boring both in bed and in the rest but he didn’t let him go because of how well positioned he was. But now, Mike said, he had enough of that and wanted to leave him. Charlie followed him back to the room and told him that he wasn’t just leaving. He was throwing him out. He wasn’t going to be the victim, he told Mike, not when he was clearly the one that was losing more.

 Mike didn’t listen to anything he said. He just put some clothes, grabbed a small bag and started packing. He packed all the clothes that Mike had given him. He had to take out another bag, a bigger one, and by then Charlie decided he had to breath and count to ten, so he went to the living room and tried to calm himself down. He finally started crying profusely and didn’t heard when Mike left with two big bags full of everything Charlie had bought him

 He had been alone for at least an hour when the phone rang and he had to answer because the sound annoyed him. It was the bank again. They were sorry to tell him Internet pirates had targeted his account and that he had lost of the savings in there. He laughed like a crazy person right then, and the lady talking to him thought he had gone insane or something. She was careful to say it may take a while but that the bank would reinstate all his savings, as he had paid the insurance they sold.

 Charlie just said thanks and hung up. He cleaned up his tears and, as painful as it was, he tried to think what he had done wrong. Although he saw nothing at the time and decided it was best to take a nap, Charlie had been not that great at his job and had been promised a promotion he didn’t deserve. The owner’s boss was not the stupid kid he thought he was. The man was actually an expert in advertising and would make the company double its earning in a single year.

 As for Mike, he had met him in a bar and, been drunk, had taken him to his apartment and had sex with him. The first three months, it was all about sex, not minding anything else. It was Charlie who asked Mike to be his boyfriend and the one that insisted on Mike leaving with him. All of this happened in a matter of months, including the expensive gifts and the planning of the trip that, unknown to him, Mike was still going to have. Charlie had left him in control of one of his credit cards and Mike had recently bought the tickets for both his female friend and him. Charlie would realize about this in the future, a bit too late.

 And the pirates. That looks random but it isn’t. Mike had paid for porn and clothes in many websites and that’s where the pirates always take their information from.

 In conclusion, Charlie had all the answers in front of him but he wasn’t acknowledging any of them, anything that he had done. He blinded himself into thinking certain things and rushed into liking somebody because he thought he would never find someone. His sunken self-esteem had been the one to blame and it would take him still a lot of life to learn the necessary to stop blaming others for his mistakes.

Birthday party

   Preparing a birthday party is always difficult and it get even more difficult when the person you are organizing it for is the least of your concerns. Friends and family. They are the real targets, the ones to please. Jim knew that Ari would like anything for his birthday but as it was the first one they celebrated together, he wanted to make it special. That why he had decided to invite every single meaningful person in Ari’s life and, of course, that meant inviting the parents and childhood friends.

 Now, they all knew about him being gay but some were surprised to know their friend was living already with a man. The phone conversations had been long and difficult but now everyone was invited and Jim just had to wait for them. They had to arrive just before Ari got from work in order to surprise him. Jim was a bit unsure about this, since it was likely that his boyfriend would not like the surprise. He was the kind of person that doesn’t like to mix business with personal, family with friends and so on. But being the special occasion it was, Jim thought that it was a good idea to have everyone be there for him, in one room, at least once.

  Jim, being as organized as he had always been, decided to organize every detail from early morning. Just after kissing Ari goodbye in the morning, he jumped into the shower and then called to a Spanish restaurant, where he had asked to have paella for at least twenty people. They confirmed his order and then he decided to go and pick up the cake and accompanying cupcakes to a pastry shop Ari had loved when he was a boy. There, a very nice lady gave some extra cupcakes to Jim and even gave him a cookie an some milk, to eat right there. He did exactly that, in order to please the lady and left fast after that.

 He then went to a wine store and bought six bottles of the same one but also some champagne, the same one they had taken at a recent new year’s party. He paid for that and returned home because it did not felt right to drive around with a load of bottles in the back seat, with the cake and at least fifty cupcakes. Jim organized everything in the dining table and was about to go out for some party supplies when the phone rang.

  At first no one talked and Jim was to busy thinking so he hung up immediately but the phone rang again and he answered it. This time someone talked: it was Ari’s father. Jim went white and cold in a matter of seconds and wasn’t able to say anything. There was silence for a while until Ari’s father spoke again and told Jim he wasn’t going to be able to go to the party. He said he was busy that day, helping some friends with some handiwork. According to him, he had committed to it days earlier so it was going to be impossible to assist. Then, not even waiting for Jim to say anything, he hung up.

 The sounds of the phone’s tone made Jim comeback to reality. He had always been afraid of Ari’s father and that’s why he hadn’t been able to say anything. Besides, it was obvious he was making up excuses, because he seemed to be coming up with things as he was speaking. Towards the end of the call, he wanted to say something, to demand for him to be there for his son, but he knew couldn’t just do that. He had tried to contact Ari’s father before but Ari himself had asked him not to do that. Ari’s parents were divorced and he had been estranged from his father since then.

 Ari’s mother was much more fun to be around. She had had several boyfriends after leaving Ari’s father and that seemed to have given her a new way to look at life. She was now very open and often asked them about advice, even in very intimate areas. Jim always laughed at it but complied and advised her the best he could. Lena, that was her name, had told him once that she only felt like a housewife when living with her former husband. She never complained because she loved taken care of her son and her husband but she did want more from life. According to her, that was the real reason she left him. That and the affair she had discovered he was having with, as he put it, the “neighborhood’s whore”.

 Jim was already in a store choosing plastic cups and plates when is cellphone rang. It was Ari. He was having lunch with his work buddies and had decided to call him in order to organize his birthday surprise. For a second, Jim thought Ari knew everything about the party but then he realized Ari was talking about their special time together that they always had in special occasions. Ari started telling Jim everything he was going to do with Jim on the phone. He only smiled and said nothing because in every aisle there was some other buyer and it would have been strange to start having “phone sex” right there.

 After hanging up, Jim realized he still lacked napkins and the candle for the cake. He was looking at some funny candles when someone pushed him against the display area. Some candles fell to the floor and Jim rapidly turned to the man that had pushed him and told him to fuck off. The man turned around and Jim realized he had seen him before but couldn’t quite remember whom he was or where he had seen him.

 The man got near and Jim was already clenching his fists. It was the man that hit first, right on Jim’s nose. Hurt and disoriented, Jim threw a punch and was lucky enough to hit the man’s stomach. He dropped his basked and started punching the guy and the guy punched him until some store clerks came in and stopped them. But of them had bloody noses and marks all over their faces. Jim had even ripped the guy’s shirt on the sleeve. Both men had no breath in them when they were stopped and separated. The police came and each one of them explained their version to the policeman who decided to let them go with a warning. Jim got to pay for his stuff and left right for home. He had no idea if he had anything else to do but he wasn’t in the mood.

 Driving back home, he remembered why he knew that guy in the store. He had been Ari’s former boyfriend, the one before himself. Jim had met Ari first when he was still with him but nothing happened between them then. It was only when they met again in a party, when Ari had already ended the relationship that their relationship started.

 He remembered the guy from that time so long ago and now they had gone into a fistfight in a party shop. The man had pushed him hard and Jim knew it was because he had recognized him. Apparently the guy knew about him and Ari and was jealous that someone was with his former boyfriend. Besides, it was obvious he had anger issues because who does that to another person in a public place? Jim knew he had thrown punches too but he felt nothing would have happened if the guy hadn’t turned around.

 Putting all the party stuff on the table, he reminded himself of the crazy look in the guy’s face. At one point, he even thought he wanted to kill him and Jim thought he was ready to do exactly the same for him. It had been a very animal like fight. After putting everything on place, he looked at himself on a mirror and realized he had a black eye and his lips had cuts. Besides, his nose was bleeding a bit. He found some glasses in order to divert attention from his eye and put some toilet paper in his nose. On the lips, only lip balm to make them look less crooked.

 Just then, people started pouring in and, luckily enough, no one noticed anything strange. He started hanging out wine glasses and just then the paella people arrived. The pan that they had brought was huge and it smelled delicious. They just had to put lemon on it and it would be ready. Most guests arrived early but Jim realized almost all of them were their friends or close relatives who they knew very well. All others, Ari’s college buddies and cousins were not there. The last person to arrive before Ari was his mother who had brought her best friend, a cute short blonde woman.

 Then, after 7 PM, the doorbell rang. Jim turned off the lights and people hid behind the furniture or just crouched to the ground. Then, the door was opened and Ari was smiling like a small child, happy to see so many friendly faces in his home. The last person to greet him was Jim, who gave him a big kiss and a hug. Ari noticed is bruises but told him he wasn’t going to ask anything that night. They kissed again and the party formally started. From then on, everyone ate paella and rank wine and chatted their ears off for several hours until it was time for the birthday cake, which was shaped like a big planet Earth because of Ari’s passion for astronomy.

 They were handing out pieces of cake when the doorbell rang again and it was one of the doormen. Jim gave him a piece of cake and the man thanked him but said he had come to give them a package a man had left earlier. He had being adamant about giving it later in the evening, so the doorman had complied. Jim received the package, a box and thanked the doorman. He went back to the table and gave the package to Ari. Everyone looked in silence as he took off the rapping paper. The box was a toolbox and inside was a toy, a Batman figurine. Ari’s eyes were watery but he laughed and kept opening presents.

 That night, when everyone left, Ari confessed to Jim that that gift had been from his father. He knew it because he had given him that Batman when he was a boy, in order to protect him when coming from work. Jim kissed him to comfort him and Ari did the same, just by the black eye which hurt and made them both laugh in their bed.

A story of nudes

   I wanted to make myself visible. I had to do it in order not to feel imprisoned in the shadows, away from all that happened in the world. I needed to feel alive and wanted. So I started taking pictures using the few notions I knew of photography. At first, they were only pictures I had taken for assignments. They could be qualified as casual but also as artistic. I didn’t wanted them to be just pictures but also proof of what my life was like. So everywhere I went, I carried the camera. My father had bought me one and the moment I got it in my hands I started shooting. Every interesting plant, every nice sunset, every park or animal. I would take pictures of everyone of those and more.

 But at one moment I needed to do something else, something others were not doing and by others I meant the people around me. And the answer was obvious: nude pictures. No one was daring to do them. Was it maybe because I was twenty years old? Or was it that people are generally afraid of their own body? Who knows? But what I did know was that I needed a way out, a way to feel like myself, even if I had to do it all alone. I had tried dying my hair blue, changing my clothes, just being different from who I had been the past years, the last ones of school and first ones of college. I needed something to be only mine.

 So the first picture I took naked was of my legs. I wasn’t actually naked but it was the beginning of that time for me. I tried different tricks with lights and editing in various ways. I also took some shirtless pictures, never revealing my face. After all, everything that goes into the Internet may never be truly erased. People were going to see me and, even as much as I wanted to be out there, I wasn’t ready to show my face.

 With those first pictures, friends and other acquaintances praised my attempts for a more personal photography. They liked the way I edited my pictures and how I posed in them. After all, they were very personal and did tell tales about me to people. I was very happy to see that they were liked. Not universally but, after all, I was just learning. I didn’t wanted to be a photographer and did not pretended to be one. But I was learning so much about it that I immediately felt fascinated for an art that I had never truly reflected about.

 Back then; I liked it because it was something I could do alone. I love cinema but that needs a team to become a reality. I’ve never cared about the making of music so that wasn’t really an option and my hands are not made for the subtle and gentle work of a painter or a sculptor. No, it had to be photography. How the camera felt, the various shots to get the one I loved, the experiments I did based on what I was learning. It was all so attractive to me and, to some extent, it still is.

 I took the following step almost a year after opening a public Internet account to show my pictures. I had put on flowers, landscapes, sites, and my headless body. So the next step was showing more. I decided to show my face but not my penis. I didn’t want it to be the center of attention, not that it is anything special. But human nature is always governed by the animal feelings and it is obvious that people looking at a naked picture will always stare first at the genitals and then see the whole picture. We all do it and there’s nothing wrong with it but I wanted that distraction out so I took all pictures covering it or cropping the picture just right or even just turning around and showing my butt instead.

 Comments started pouring on the website. They were all very kind and many even racy, which I appreciated too. Friends and others were not as enthusiastic, rather focusing on the fact that I was naked and not so much on the pictures as such. They asked me if I wasn’t afraid of showing my face naked in public but I answered that there was nothing people could do with those pictures to me. They couldn’t threaten me because I had taken the first step. I’m not ashamed of my decision and I stood by it. And if someone sent one of them to my parents, as improbable as that would be, I would acknowledge my art and leave it at that.

 I have to clarify myself, though. The pictures were also an experiment for something else. They were not just about experimenting photography and having an artistic outlet that I had lacked for a long time. It was also, nudity to be more specific, a way to make people see me and judge me. I wanted to put myself out there and be bombarded with comments, good or bad. For a long time, a very long time, I had dealt with insecurity issues and I felt nudity would help me with those problems. And it did.

 With those pictures, and seeing so many more taken by a variety of men, I realized I wasn’t hideous or awful. I understood that the wide range of body types is what makes the human body beautiful. Of course, being gay, there is a beauty standard as there is one for straight men too. But homosexuality is more focused on how you look and any gay man who says they had never had an issue with that is lying. We judge each other harder. Maybe it’s because of the stereotypes that had been imposed for years but there is a certain idea of how a homosexual man has to look like and just be. And that was why I needed those pictures. I needed to prove myself and others that I could be who I am and people would like that.

 Yes, I did to receive approval. And that was the rotten seed that I never really paid attention to. It slowly grew for all those years, more than six to be exact, in silence. Meanwhile, I was successful with my experiment. People liked the way I got naked. At one point, I decided to post one picture fully naked and it was clearly one of the more successful ones in the account. After that, I just kept experimenting: shadows, lights, colors, places… It was all about the body. I still uploaded some other types of pictures that I liked but people seemed to be not very interested in them. Back then, I started to notice mostly men were adding me as their friend and the number grew a lot during the years. I have no idea how many contacts I had in there but I know they were thousands. Yes, thousands.

 Then, people got bold and started to ask for types of pictures, even more revealing ones. I said no to all of that. I was going to make a porno picture just because people wanted it. It wasn’t what I was looking for, to arouse anyone. My goal of helping myself with the pictures was, I believed, successful. Oddly enough, it was a time I had no one to share my new securities with. That was when I realized there was something wrong. Why were they thousands of man complimenting me online but in real life not even one dared to say anything to me? I tried giving the first step and that was always a failure. I cannot remember how many failed dates I’ve had. All of the crumbling fast after just a few words have been exchanged.

 Then came the people that denounced my pictures on the site where I had them. Each time I uploaded a picture, I left it without any safety advice on in order for more people to see it. After all, it was a picture of the human body, not from a corpse, or sexual or a violent act. But no. People started pouring saying my pictures were not adequate for the website. A website that had thousands of users pouring in only to check out naked men and women. If there’s something that I hate is hypocrisy and that was just the best example of it I had ever seen.

 I finished college and the rotten seed then activated, still silently. My old worries came back. Every picture I took was mediocre next to the other older ones but I decided to ignore that and do something else with my life. I traveled, I did other stuff and I even did some new things with my pictures and people liked them but less than before. And the opponents were still there, trying to push me off the edge.

 When I came back home one day, I realized they had succeeded. My account had been erased. The details are not important but I then suffered a very great depression. The rotten seed had finally won, all because I had made the wrong decision years ago. I kept failing in life, the future looked pitch black and now, what had been my only creative outlet for years, had been erased permanently. I was angry and outraged but also sad and vulnerable. A failed attempt to have a relationship pushed me to an abyss, from which I barely came out.

 Eventually I found out photography had lost most of its appeal to me. I still like to look at them and appreciate them but I haven’t held my camera in some time. Selfies, sure. Artistic photos, not really. I also found myself another outlet, one you are witnessing right now. And, to be honest, I hope I never have to leave this one, as it keeps me going, as photography never did. It was a stage in my life but that is the past. The present is this and the future… Well, let’s hope it’s there.

Dioses de Islandia

   Johanna y Odín se casaron a finales de los años setenta, después de muchos años de ser de los pocos jóvenes islandeses hippies. Desde el día que se unieron en matrimonio, no se despegaron el uno del otro. Tuvieron tres hijos que criaron en su granja en el este del país y con ella los alimentaron y pudieron mandarlos a la universidad. Cuando fueron algo mayores, dejaron la isla e hicieron vidas propias lejos del pequeño país. Pero Johanna y Odín nunca quisieron dejar lo que tenían allí: la granja, los animales, ese clima que les encantaba y las impresionantes vistas que habían ayudado a que ellos se enamoraran el uno del otro.

 Ya se acercaban a los setenta años pero seguían tan vivaces como siempre lo habían sido. En las mañanas Odín sacaba las ovejas de su corral y Johanna empezaba a hacer la masa del pan que vendía en la tienda del pueblo más cercano. También vendían la leche de las ovejas, su lana por supuesto y a veces hacían queso pero era un trabajo tan dispendioso que no era algo muy frecuente. Vivían lejos del poblado más cercano, ubicado a dos valles de distancia. Eran unas dos horas de viaje y por eso estaban algo desconectados del mundo, al menos físicamente. Por otra parte, tenían teléfono y televisión e incluso contemplaron la instalación de internet, ya que la línea de fibra óptica pasaba cerca pero nunca se decidieron.

 Fue cuando cumplieron los sesenta que se dieron cuenta que el mundo había empezado a cambiar más allá de lo que ya habían visto en los años anteriores. Se hablaba de una guerra lejos, en los continentes con los que le país más hacía intercambio. Al comienzo, no le hicieron mucho caso a las noticias y la televisión estatal casi no informaba sobre el tema. Después, un día que Odín tuvo que ir al pueblo a vender sus productos, se enteró de que había escasez de gasolina y de otras muchas cosas que venían de fuera del país. La gente en la capital, según decían, estaba muy preocupada por esto ya que muchos dependían de la venta de ropa extranjera o de servicios que solo venían de fuera.

 Y sin embargo, Johanna y Odín siguieron viviendo como siempre. Entonces sucedió algo que siempre temieron de jóvenes pero que jamás pensaron que pasaría de nuevo. Recordaban cuando niños que sus padres y en la escuela les habían contado de las bombas lanzadas sobre Japón para terminar la segunda guerra mundial. Aunque por mucho tiempo la gente temió que pasara de nuevo, con el tiempo pensaron que no pasaría ya que las cosas habían cambiado, aparentemente para bien.

 Pero un día que Johana estaba tendiendo la ropa vio un brillo, un magnifico brillo a la distancia. Venía del cielo o de muy lejos. Era como si el sol hubiera bajado a la tierra pero se le viera a través de un espacio muy grande. El fenómeno fue extraño y todos en la región lo vieron. La televisión informó que se trataba de una bomba de hidrogeno, la más grande jamás lanzada. Había sido lanzada en el continente y, según decían, había devastado una zona muy poblada. Y entonces, como viento que arrecia, empezó la guerra. El país atacado cambió de pronto, como un ser vivo que muta para sobrevivir. Y empezó a atacar por todos lados, apoderándose de tierras que siempre había pretendido pero jamás tomado realmente.

 Uno a uno, los países fueron cayendo. Muchos islandeses pensaban que el final del país se acercaba y que serían invadidos pronto. Era solo cuestión de cuando. Pero el tiempo pasó, los primeros tres años de una guerra sangrienta y debilitante, y nunca hubo invasión. Lo que sí hubo fue un cambio en el gobierno que fue lento pero para cuando la gente se dio cuenta, era demasiado tarde. El enemigo no había invadido a la fuerza sino que se había aliado con un partido sediento de poder y este le había entregado el país. Los puertos y las ciudades fueron ocupados lentamente por la potencia extranjera y la gente tuvo que aguantar.

 Johanna y Odín, sin embargo, siguieron un poco como siempre. Estaban preocupados por la situación, al fin y al cabo eran creyentes de la paz y la libertad, pero esto era algo contra lo que no podían hacer nada. Y, de todas maneras, la guerra parecía no afectarles en su rincón remoto del mundo. A excepción de los cortes de luz ocasionales y la escasez de gasolina, no parecía haber nada que cambiara radicalmente su estilo de vida.

 Las cosas cambiaron habiendo pasado cuatro años de la guerra, cuando tuvieron que viajar por carretera hasta un puerto del norte, donde un vecino les había contado que podían encontrar gasolina de contrabando. Era peligroso pero las fuerzas extranjeras permitían este mercado negro, a sabiendas que ellos podían ganar algo de dinero con ello. La pareja viajó unas cinco horas hasta el puerto y se abasteció de todo lo que necesitaban. Trataron de cargar bastante pescado, gasolina, hilos y medicamentos, para no tener que volver en un largo tiempo. Y como eran solo dos, no tenían que comprar mucho.

 Cuando lo tuvieron todo, emprendieron el camino de vuelta pero no llegaron muy lejos cuando encontraron algo que no se esperaban. A un lado de la desolada carretera, en un tramo especialmente oscuro y solitario, Johana vio algo. Parecía un atado de ropa tirada o una llanta vieja. Odín aminoró la velocidad y entonces se dieron cuenta que lo que fuera se había movido. Entonces detuvieron el pequeño vehículo y se bajaron a ver que era lo que pasaba. Con la ayuda de una linterna, encontraron el primer bulto. Era un hombre. Parecía haberse arrastrado hasta el borde de la carretera. Estaba ensangrentado. Parecía que lo habían golpeado. Como pudieron lo subieron al vehículo.

 Cuando Odín fue a arrancar, el pasajero pegó un chillido en el platón de atrás del camioncito. El hombre decía algo pero ellos no le entendían, parecía hablar otro idioma pero se dieron cuenta de que lloraba y señalaba hacia donde lo había encontrado. Se dieron cuenta que tal vez quería algo que llevaba con él así que se bajaron de nuevo y buscaron con la linterna. Pero no encontraron un objeto sino a un ser humano. Otro joven, de pronto un poco mayor, golpeado tan salvajemente como su compañero. Lo subieron al lado del otro y, mientras Odín manejaba, la pareja discutió que hacer.

 La policía ya no ayudaba a nadie y los extranjeros aún menos. Si esos hombres habían sido atacados, era poco posible que nadie los fuera a ayudar. En todo caso nada justificaba semejante paliza. Así que la mejor solución era llevarlos a la casa y ver que podían hacer por ellos allí. El viaje se demoró un poco más de la cuenta porque los baches hacían que los pasajeros se quejaran bastante. Johanna los miraba a cada rato y Odín trataba de ver cada bache frente a él pero era imposible. Cuando por fin llegaron, los bajaron con cuidado y los entraron al granero, donde guardaban la leche que iban a vender y la comida de las ovejas.

 Usaron la mayoría de los medicamentos que habían comprado en el puerto pero parecía que servían de algo. Al otro día, los hombres seguían dormidos pero algo mejor. Los bañaron y les hicieron una pequeña cama en el granero. Lo peor era esperar a ver si alguien iba a venir por ellos. Todavía no sabían si eran criminales o disidentes. Tuvieron que cuidar de ellos por meses hasta que se fueron curando y aprendieron a comunicarse. Para la pareja era como tener hijos de nuevo, les enseñaron el idioma y los hombres aprendieron rápidamente. En un año, se habían convertido en una familia.

 Según lo que pudieron contarles, había cosas que no recordaban. Los golpes habían sido tan fuertes, que había recuerdos que se habían borrado o parecía estar rotos. Recordaban que venían de un país lejano y habían huido de una dictadura patrocinada por los mismos extranjeros que ahora estaban un poco por todos lados en Islandia. Ellos eran disidentes y se apenaron al confesar que habían podido haber sido llamados terroristas. Pero habían tenido que huir. Al principio no eran nada, pero con el tiempo, se acercaron más. El viaje había sido complicado, lleno de dificultades y cuando llegaron al puerto en un barco pesquero, fueron cercados por extremistas quienes los golpearon y los dejaron a morir en la carretera.

 Y, aunque no lo habían dicho por miedo o por alguna otra razón, Johanna y Odín pudieron darse cuenta que entre los dos hombres había algo más que amistad. Lo confirmaron una mañana en la que fueron a despertarlos y estaban abrazados, sonriendo en sueños. Eso a la pareja no le importó. Eran personas que venían huyendo y sus cuerpos lo mostraban: tenían bolsas, estaban muy delgados y su piel era muy pálida, algo verdosa. Con el tiempo, les contaron pero la pareja de ancianos solo les contestaron que ya lo sabían.

 El tiempo pasó y la guerra, siguió. Muchos pensaron que todo terminaría como en la segunda guerra pero no fue así. En la granja, los chicos a los que llamaron Eric y Björn, se fueron encargando de las tareas más difíciles, que ya empezaban a ser una carga para la pareja. Uno acompañaba a Odín con las ovejas y el otro a Johanna haciendo el queso o haciendo el pan. Con el permiso de sus anfitriones, Eric y Björn construyeron otra casita, pequeña, cerca a la de ellos. Se convirtieron en los mejores amigos y compartieron todo, como viejas parejas de amigos. Cuando terminaron de hacer la casa, hicieron una cena especial y les agradecieron, con lágrimas en los ojos, a Johanna y Odín por toda su ayuda y su fuerza.

 El año siguiente fue uno triste. El mundo parecía ponerse más oscuro y, en una expedición al pueblo, Odín sufrió un ataque al corazón y murió. Los chicos y Johanna lo enterraron cerca de la casa. Pocos meses después, ella lo acompañó. La casa había quedado entonces sola y la pareja de extranjeros la mantuvo en pie lo que más pudieron hasta que decidieron que era tiempo de enfrentar su destino e ir a pelear por lo que siempre habían luchado: su libertad. Así honrarían la memoria de dos personas invaluables y siempre queridas, que les habían dado la mano sin pedir nada a cambio y quienes simbolizaban ese amor que ellos morirían por defender.