Scientific discoveries

   The water was very cold. It wasn’t surprising at all as the lake was located very high into the mountains, far from any real source of heat. Besides, the area was often covered with a thick fog that didn’t really let the sunlight pass. The group camped on the edge of the lake and was careful enough to put everything near them. It wouldn’t be very nice if an animal decided to steal their food or if they lost things that were just in front of their noses. They would stay only one night and then continue their journey.

 Their destination was a high plateau, located on top of a flat mountain. Rumor has it that many species of plants and animals lived there and that most of them had never being registered by science. The five people in the group had the mission of arriving to that area, after climbing completely vertical walls, and do the most thorough job in identifying new species of animals and plants. They had to bring pictures, drawings and even samples if possible.

 The day they arrived at the lake was only the fourth day of their journey. They had already crossed through a deep humid valley where one of them had been bitten by a snake and had to be airlifted out of there. Where they started the mountain section of their trip, they often had problems falling to the ground and hurting their hands and knees. It was a very difficult job, especially for the ones in the group that had never really gone out in a mission like this.

 Two of the camper by the lake, one man and one woman, were teachers and real professionals in biology. They had already travelled to every corner of the world, they had categorized many species and each had discovered quite a few, so they were the visible heads of the expedition as experience was always most appreciated. The rest were four students and interns, five originally, that had decided to enter the ballot to get into the trip.

 The two professors interview several people for the trip. They were essentially looking for people just like them, people that didn’t mind having no food in a day and knew how to walk in a jungle, a forest or the mountains. They rejected many almost immediately. Most of them thought it was going to be a nice little trip with hotels and cars and video cameras and many other nice things. It wasn’t.

 They had only one cellphone that had to be used only for emergencies. Everyone could bring their laptop but, obviously, there wasn’t going to be any Wi-Fi or anything like that. The computers were just for keeping track of their discoveries and have a copy of the pictures they took every single day. It was a useless brick aside from that. No makeup, no artificial elements, nothing like that either.

 The guy that had been bitten by the snake was the one the professors had thought was really one of a kind. He was very brilliant and had actually collaborated with a couple of amazing scientists from other universities. He was very well versed in every single aspect of a mission and was looking forward to the one they were interviewing him for. He was even tested by showing him several pictures of different species and he had answered everything correctly.

 So it was more than a surprise, more like a disappointment, when he had stupidly left the tent to pee in an area that hadn’t been checked yet. According to what he said later, it seemed like he had urinated on the snake and that’s why the animal had reacted so violently, biting him in one of his thighs. He knew the venom of that particular species was not one that acted fast but it was venom all the same. The helicopter arrived soon as they were only a day away from their departure point.

 Secretly, the other four students and interns laughed at what had happened. They hadn’t like him at all when they had met him some days before the journey started. He seemed pretentious and so full of himself, telling them every single part of his experience with other scientists. It got boring very quickly and he probably knew right away that he was going to be talking only to the professors during the trip. But no one would never really know that as he had left so early, in such a particular way.

 By the lake, they decided to check the water with a special machine that was equipped with sonar. They wanted to know what kind of wildlife lived there and if it was possible for them to bathe there. They already smelled very strongly and they had to, at some time, have a bath to clean themselves up or else every animal in the jungle would know they were there.

  The sonar didn’t pick up anything big. So the professors decided to fish for a while, as the four students entered the water and swam just in front of them. The funny thing was that they couldn’t almost see each other. It was very difficult to move without hitting a rock or tripping on some formation no one had seen. In the water it was the same and it felt dangerous too, so they only were there for five minutes, enough time to feel refreshed.

 When they were done, as they dried their bodies on the shore, the professors announced they had capture two fish but none of them was a new species. They were some kind of anchovy related creature, very small and really smelly. They took pictures and returned the animals to the water. Sometimes discoveries took their time to happen.

 The next day they moved away from the lake in order to get to the plateau. As they had already lost some time because of the snake and the lake, they decided to walk two days in a row, without resting or at least only resting for a few hours. No more camping. They walked for three straight days. They descended the mountain on the other side and had arrived to the jungle again, were they discovered a couple of new insects and saw a couple of snakes that resembled the one that had bitten their partner.

 Finally, one afternoon, they arrived to a very tall wall made of rock and dirt. They tested the surface with their climbing gear and discovered that area was not well suited to climb to the top. Several rocks fell once they tried to climb onto the wall. So they had to walk along the wall until they finally camped to wait for sunlight. First thing the following morning, the professors found the perfect area to climb. It was going to be very difficult and they had to get everyone up there so the plan was complex.

 The experienced climbers had to go first. That meant the two professors and one of the students had to climb almost with no instruments or equipment, at least to a certain point. Then, they would help the others with ropes and all the climbing equipment they had carried from their base camp. None of the leaders were nervous about it. They simply began climbing. By midday, the three scientists had climbed at least fifty meters, which was very good. They installed everything there, on a special hard part of the mountain and kept going as the other three just started.

 As expected, nightfall arrived as they were still working on the mountain. Their fingers were numb and some had awful bruises that made it difficult for them to climb. The student that had joined the professors was the first one to arrive and he helped bring his two companions on top. When they were all there, they helped the remaining three. Two of them were bleeding a lot when they came up to the top.

 They decided to form camp not very far from the edge. The idea was to rest, cure their wounds and start real work on top of the plateau. They almost couldn’t sleep as they had arrived to the place they had wanted to visit for a long time. No other human had ever been there and it was certain that they were going to encounter very special creatures. They were about to enter scientific history.

 However, the night did not only bring the best wishes from them. It also brought heavy sleep, provided by a plant they had ignored, just by their camp. The plant released spores that made people extremely sleepy, almost putting them in a coma. This was used by a certain kind of spider, an undiscovered species, to kill all the campers with its powerful poison.

 The bodies wouldn’t take long to decompose. That’s how powerful the venom was. And all the machines and equipment would be destroyed by powerful gusts of wind and other animals, completely erasing any trace the scientists had ever been there.

Virus de verano

   El día parecía querer llevarle la contraria a lo que yo estaba sintiendo dentro de mi cuerpo. El sabor extraño en mi boca contrastaba con el sol brillante y la alta temperatura que hacía. Solo sacar la mano por la ventana era suficiente para darse cuenta que el verano había llegado y que no había manera alguna de ignorarlo. Por fin se podía disfrutar el sol, ir a la playa y usar menos ropa, lo que para mí siempre ha significado estar más cómodo.

 Pero el sabor en mi boca se transformó en dolor y entonces me di cuenta que era el ser más miserable que había. Tenía algún virus, alguna de esas estúpidas enfermedades pasajeros que siempre tienen que aterrizar en mi cuerpo, tal vez porque es débil y no tiene como defenderse.

 Como bien y hago ejercicio pero al parecer eso no es suficiente. Al parecer algo estoy haciendo mal porque esto ya ha pasado antes. Este dolor de cuerpo tan horrible, esta sensación de que si me muevo demasiado se me van a romper los huesos. Por eso ese día, apenas abrí los ojos, no me moví casi. Era como si me hubiera pateado varias veces en el suelo, como si hubiera perdido una pelea de esas que, menos mal, ya casi no hoy.

 Ese extraño sabor en la boca y yo nos quedamos en la cama. Ese sabor a enfermedad, a virus, a gérmenes, a todo lo que no sirve para nada en este mundo. Porque a mi, un hombre ya adulto, ¿de qué le sirve tener una gripa a cada rato o un virus de estos cada mes? Si mi cuerpo no aprendió a defenderse cuando era más joven, ahora mucho menos lo va a hacer. No tiene sentido tener que pasar por esto una y otra vez, como si fuera una lección que no he podido aprender.

 Y ahora el calor. ¡Que asco! Solo duermo con un cobertor y tengo que hacerlo a un lado y quitarme la poca ropa con la que duermo. Desnudo me da algo de escalofrío pero me siento mejor, más fresco. Ese pequeño movimiento me ha costado toda una vida y ahora me siento exhausto. Debí estirarme un poco más y así hubiera abierto la ventana. Pero de pronto fue bueno no hacerlo, porque los insectos ya se están alborotando por todas partes.

 Me quedé allí, mirando el techo. Me doy cuenta de algunas manchas y después me acuerdo que no me importa, que de todas maneras estaré fuera de aquí en menos de tres semanas y que alguien más tendrá que preocuparse por eso. Doy la vuelta, para quedar acostado boca abajo. Así es como me gusta dormir y creo que no tiene caso forzarme a levantarme. Es domingo y eso es lo bueno. Puedo quedarme desnudo en la cama todo el día si eso es lo que quiero porque el domingo se hizo para eso, para no hacer nada, para tomarlo con calma y darse un respiro al final de la semana.

 No entiendo como hay gente que hace cosas el domingo. Sean lo que sean esas cosas, no debería pasar. Entiendo querer ir a dar una vuelta o a comprar algo pero no hacer diligencias como tal o estar de un lado para otro como un trompo sin poder disfrutar ni un poco del único día en el que en verdad no hay porqué hacer absolutamente nada. No lo soporto. Aquí boca abajo, me doy cuenta que es lo mejor que puedo hacer para no tener que enfrentarme al hecho de que esto, sea virus o lo que sea, no se va a ir de la noche a la mañana.

 Otra vez paso saliva y otra vez duele, como si estuviera pasando fuego por mi garganta. La siento cerrada, como un embudo que encima se ha apretado más. ¡Y ese maldito sabor a enfermedad! Lo odio y condeno a lo que sea que me dio este virus. ¿Qué o quién sería? Porque puede haber sido cualquiera de las dos opciones. Al fin y al cabo la noche anterior estuve lejos de ser un santo, de ser el modelo perfecto de joven occidental.

 Aunque dudo que eso exista. Cada uno de nosotros tiene sus líos, sus cosas raras en la cabeza, y pues si yo estoy jodido hay otra gente que está peor. Eso creo yo al menos. No se puede uno poner a pensar que algunos están menos desequilibrados o más sanos en lo relativo al cerebro. Todos estamos un poco locos y el que no tenga algún rastro de locura es que hay que tenerle mucho cuidado. Es mejor tener de donde enloquecer.

 Tomo fuerzas para ponerme de pie y voy rápido a abrir la ventana. Estoy de vuelta en la cama en apenas unos segundos pero el viajecito ha sido suficiente para marearme. Siento que todo el mundo me da vueltas y trato de calmarme, de respirar con calma y de sentir ahora la brisa, la poca brisa, que entra por la ventana. ¡Daría yo el dinero que no tengo por una habitación con una ventana y una vista decente! No sé quién les dijo a esta gente que era algo humano hacer ventanas para adentro.

 Pero es lo que hay y me sirve para tratar de calmar lo mal que me siento. Siempre que me enfermo me siento muy mal, mi ánimo baja al piso y soy susceptible a cualquier cosa. Todo me da más duro: suele ponerme más nervioso, las cosas que normalmente me dan rabia me dan aún más rabia y quisiera matar y comer del muerto. También empiezo a mirarme más en el espejo y condeno a mi cuerpo por ser inservible. Se ha dejado meter otro gol.

 Vitaminas. Eso es lo que debería tomar. ¡Pero son tan caras! Para un estudiante no es algo sencillo tener que comprar cosas que se salen de lo normal, cosas que no son lo que uno compra todos los días en el supermercado. Hay que sobrevivir con los nutrientes que tiene la comida que uno compra y yo al menos cocino y trato de variar.

 Nunca compro preparado porque siento que no tiene el mismo sabor. Además, creo que cualquier ser humano que se respete debe saber cocinar medianamente bien. No se trata de si a uno le gusta o no. Se trata de poder sobrevivir una vez se haya salido del nido, una vez no haya nadie que le haga las cosas a uno. Puedo decir entonces que, al menos en ese sentido, no tengo porqué preocuparme. Cocino recetas varias y, a pesar de que puedo mejorar la presentación, siempre son platillos ricos y tan balanceados como me lo permite mi presupuesto.

 ¡Mierda! No quería toser pero lo hice y ahora siento como si un gato se hubiese resbalado por mi garganta, con las uñas bien extendidas. El dolor es horrible y me hace dar ganas de quedarme allí para siempre. Giro la cabeza un poco y caigo en cuenta que tengo una botella de agua no muy lejos. El agua en estos casos sirve de poco de nada pero al menos refresca un poco. Me estiró como puedo, todo el cuerpo en agonía, y tomo la botella. La abro tan hábilmente como puedo y tomo un sorbo.

 Está tibia. Es asqueroso tomarla así pero no hay de otra. Otro sorbo y le pongo la tapa. En la cocina, en la nevera mejor dicho, tengo jugo de naranja. Pero lo que me vendría mejor sería una limonada. No es que tenga una herida abierta en la garganta o algo parecido pero es lo que siempre me ha funcionado mejor para estos malditos casos de virus indeseables. Pero para tener limonada abría que hacer una de dos cosas: o ir a comprar limones a la tienda y hacer el jugo yo mismo o ir al súper, más lejos, y ver si tienen las limonada ya preparada.

 Francamente, no tengo ganas de hacer ninguna de las dos cosas. Prefiero quedarme aquí y ver si puedo sudar el virus. He decidido que hoy voy a estar todo el día desnudo y que además no me voy a bañar. No quiero moverme de mi cama para nada. Creo que hay galletas y otras cosas en el armario. Voy a comer eso y si acaso, si tengo el empuje, iré por agua fría o jugo de naranja a la nevera. Me parece una larga caminata con este dolor de pies, piernas y cintura, pero la opción existe.

 El estomago gruñe pero no sé si es hambre o es que el virus es estomacal. No he comida nada raro. Sí he comido algo que no como normalmente pero no era nada extraño y fue en un restaurante. No tiene cara de ser un lugar donde repartan virus a diestra y siniestra. En fin.

 Aquí me quedaré entonces, en esta cama que no es mía, sintiendo el viento en mi trasero y mi espalda, tratando de controlar la cantidad de saliva que trago y de movimientos del cuerpo. ¡Maldito sabor en la boca! ¡Maldito verano que no viene solo sino mal acompañado!

Two of one

   Used. That’s how she felt the moment she arrived home. The idea behind all of it had been to prove herself stronger than she thought she was. But maybe she wasn’t. Maybe she was just the frightened girl she didn’t wanted to be. The idea of being fearless had been a nice one to imagine but it had been highly unrealistic. This was, mainly, because she was always terrified. Every step she took into the world made her feel as is she had stepped into the mouths of hell. And though she forced herself through the most difficult things, she knew she was much more affected by everything than what she recognized.

 She sat on the bed for a while. Blinds and a curtain covered the window, which was good. She didn’t want to know a single thing about the sun out there, about light or life in the world. She wanted to stay there in her room for a while, a long while. After fifteen minutes of staring at a point on the floor, she remembered her clothes and took them off as fast as she can. Once she was only in her underwear, she got into bed and tried to sleep.

 It felt like the hardest thing she had ever done. Once again, her eyes would face the wall and wouldn’t close for nothing. She was too distracted, trying not to think about anything. That thought made her think about every single thing that had happened that night and she found herself repeating the scenes she had been through over and over again, like a movie in her head. She moved around in bed a lot, not being able to sleep or to shake off the thoughts.

 Maybe it was her, or maybe it was the weather, but the room started to feel like a sauna. Everything felt hotter, as if she was trying to sleep in an oven. It made sleeping even harder. She got out of bed and head to the door but stopped there. She wanted to have some water but, to do that, she had to go to the kitchen and that room was surrounded by windows and light. It was everything she wanted to avoid. Yet, she had begun to feel a sore throat and had no idea way.

 It was seven in the morning when she opened the door and practically ran to the kitchen. She grabbed a bottle of water and ran back to her room, as fast as she could. Other four people lived there and none of them were friends or anything like it. She barely spoke to any of them and couldn’t trust them with how she felt on that moment.

 Once back in her room, she drank half the water in the bottle in one sitting. She cleaned her mouth with her arm and decided it was time to try again. Only covered by a thin sheet, she finally fell asleep after finally deciding not to think about anything. She just put her mind blank and it worked. She fell asleep but it was an uneasy sleep.

 The poor woman moved around, her arms from one side to the other of the bed. She talked in her sleep too but it was hard to properly hear what she was saying, it was almost as if she was whispering to someone. That way, thrashing and whispering, she got to sleep for five hours. Around lunchtime, she woke up and decided that small rest had been enough. Her body wasn’t tired enough to keep on sleeping, although her mind certainly needed more time to get used to every single thing she was thinking about.

  Once up, she moved the curtain and raised the blinds. Her window led to an inner yard but some light came through it.  She had no intention of turning on her artificial light. The idea was to have natural light come into the room and feel a little bit less aggressive. After that, she decided it was time to have another expedition outside, this time to the bathroom. She ran quickly to it and did what she had to do as fast as she could. She didn’t want to stay there long enough to be greeted by anyone outside. Avoiding them was the idea for the day.

 When back in her room, she looked around in her closet and found something she had thought about in the bathroom: cookies. They were the ones she used to eat as a little girl. They were really thick and covered with chocolate chunks. She took the box to the bed and grabbed her laptop. The idea was to eat and distract her mind from the night before. She still felt dirty, she still felt she had transformed into someone she wasn’t and now she had to live with that other person.

 The best thing she could find was a cooking show, so she watched it in silence while eating about seven cookies. Once she was done, she put the box on the ground and covered herself entirely with the bed sheet. The food had helped her to feel tired again, maybe even sleepy. But then she realized there was something she needed to do before that, before anything. She put the laptop on the floor too and just stayed there, looking around the room.

 But she wasn’t only looking. She was recreating her night in her head, from the moment she had decided to step out of her house to the moment, just five hours ago, when she had come back feeling as she was feeling. The idea had been to have a drink or two and then head back home but she knew it had been then when the other woman had taken control of her.

 It was funny to talk about herself like that. She even smiled thinking that, after all, no matter what she told herself, she was that woman too. It was really another person, a dark figure in the night or something like that. That other woman with no scruples was also her but somehow she didn’t want to recognize her. She was scared to look at the mirror and realize who she was.

 Her sore throat was still there. She blamed the smoke in the place she had ended in but also the people there, the men especially. She had gone to that dark world to loose herself and, she realized, she wasn’t ready for it. The place was very dark and filled with all kinds of people, at least all physical kinds. Because, in their minds, they were all exactly the same. They all seek pleasure beyond anything they had ever imagined; they wanted to experience the extremes.

 She had used her cellphone to get to that place and she used it once again to get out of there. She stayed for about two hours and then ran out, leaving someone inside waiting for her. The nice girl that showed her face most of time, had appeared suddenly and had taken control of a body that had been through a lot during those two hours. She had done things she had never done before and that she probably would never do again.

 That’s what she wanted to ignore, to forget, to stop thinking about. But, after eating her cookies, having food in her belly, she realized the best way is always to confront ones fears, to look at them in the eye and see if they are really scary, if it’s worth it to be afraid of them. Because some fears are useful but others are just there to be in the way, they have to be defeated or at least jumped over to go on with life.

 She thought of all the kisses every touch, and also tried to put faces to all of that. It was good that she was able to do that. It made her feel less stressed, less like some kind of failure. She remembered everything, even with the alcohol and the drugs. Because it had been her who had done all of that. It had been her who had been inside the belly of the beast and had gotten out. It wasn’t some other imaginary woman.

 She turned around on her bed and decided the subject was closed. The past has to be left aside, always in our minds but not in our way. She closed her eyes for a while but did not fall asleep. She just wanted to be quiet and in peace with herself. She wanted to feel less like a something and more like someone. With her eyes closed, she heard the world and decided to think about how she perceived it all, how she could imagine a whole universe only by the sounds.

 It was a silly thing to do but it was the best game she could come up with. She was tired again and, as she played her game, she fell asleep. This time, it really felt like she was resting, not having to battle anyone or anything inside her mind. It was only her. She had been the one making every decision and she had to realize that was the way it was. She was the one calling the shots and she had to realize that wasn’t going to change.

Para el alma y el cuerpo

   La pelea del día anterior nos había dejado cansados y resentidos. Cada uno había dormido de su lado de la cama y, al despertarnos, habíamos hecho lo propio cada uno por su lado. No nos metimos a la ducha juntos, ni bromeamos estando desnudos ni comentamos la ropa que nos íbamos a poner ese día. Estuvimos en silencio total hasta que subimos a la terraza, donde se servía el desayuno.

 En el hotel había poca gente. En parte era porque no era un hotel muy grande que digamos pero también porque la temporada no daba para tener muchos visitantes. Sin embargo, el sol bañaba el lugar con gracias y los pocos comensales tenían una sonrisa muy particular en sus caras.

Él se fue hacia la barra y yo preferí buscar una mesa. Elegí una cerca del borde, desde donde pudiera ver la calle. Me gustaba poder ver como se desarrollaba la vida en los sitios que visitaba y Japón era el lugar ideal para hacerlo. La gente iba de aquí allá, algunos hombres de oficina pero también amas de casa que iban temprano al mercado y escolares que corrían para no llegar tarde a clase. Era como en todos lados pero con un estilo marcado, muy particular.

 Apenas él volvió, fue mi turno de ir a la barra. El desayuno era siempre el mismo pero se podía variar eligiendo cosas diferentes. Ese día, nuestro cuarto en la ciudad, me serví algunas rodajas de tomate y de pepino así como sandía y piña. La fruta venía en cuadritos perfectamente cortados. Al lado puse algo de pan para completar, con un par de tarritos de lo que parecía mermelada de uva.

 Comimos en silencio, no nos dijimos nada, ni siquiera comentamos el clima que hacía. Él sacó de algún lado, creo que del bolsillo de la camisa, unas gafas oscuras. Al ponérselas, me sentí todavía más alejado de él, era como si hubiera una barrera más entre nosotros que no se podía tumbar fácilmente. Comí rápidamente, queriendo terminar de una vez por todas por la incomodad del momento. Pensé que ojalá el resto de los días que nos quedaban de vacaciones no fuesen iguales porque o sino simplemente no los soportaría.

 Apenas terminamos de comer, volvimos a la habitación a recoger nuestras cosas: yo usaba una mochila donde metíamos casi todo lo que pudiésemos necesitar (una toalla, la cámara fotográfica semiprofesional, algo de comer, la sombrilla,…) y él llevaba un pequeño bolsito ya que se encargaba del dinero y de los documentos. Habíamos quedado en eso porque él era más cuidadoso con esa clase de cosas y sabía convertir más rápidamente los yenes en nuestra moneda. Yo siempre había sido malo en matemáticas y hacerlo con el celular se demoraba más.

 Apenas salimos, el sol nos dio de lleno en la cara de nuevo. El día era perfecto y, en parte, agradecí no tener que ir de la mano de él todo el día puesto que no quería tener las manos sudadas. Me sentí mal al pensarlo pero era la verdad. Caminamos solo un par de calles y ya estaban en el centro de todo, en el núcleo comercial de la ciudad. El movimiento de gente mareaba un poco. De la nada, me tomó de la cintura para dirigirme hacia la entrada de la estación de metro. Casi quedé de piedra cuando lo hizo pero pude fingir que no había tenido reacción alguna.

 Su tacto siempre había sido muy efectivo en mi. Era algo que había sucedido desde el comienzo de la relación. Mientras él compraba los billetes, lo miré de arriba abajo y me di cuenta que solo habíamos tenido una pelea y nada más. Seguramente el disgusto se extendería unas horas más pero inevitablemente nos hablaríamos y todo volvería a la normalidad. Ya en el andén, creo que sonreí tontamente anticipando nuestra reconciliación.

 Media hora después, salíamos a la calle en una zona algo más residencial. El templo que queríamos visitar quedaba en el parque que había justo delante. Saqué la cámara y empecé a disparar, encantado con todo lo que veía. El sol ayudaba a que la escena fuese todavía más hermosa: gente riendo por todas partes, vendedores callejeros de objetos varios y los edificios tradicionales que combinaban asombrosamente con la naturaleza circundante.

 Ya dentro del complejo religioso, la gente estaba más en silencio, tratando de marcar el respeto que sentían al estar en semejante lugar. Asombrado por las estatuas y todo el arte que había por todos lados, empecé a tomar muchas más fotos y en un momento olvidé todo y me giré hacia él diciéndole algo sobre una de las estatuas de lo que parecía un mono. Pero él ya no estaba a mi lado, sino que se había ido caminando solo hacia el templo principal. Concluí que la reconciliación estaba más lejos de lo que pensaba.

 Lo seguí, no de muy cerca, y noté como el silencio empezaba a ser más y más dominante hasta que, en el interior del templo, casi no había sonidos provenientes de la gente. Solo alguna tos y la voz de algún niño se oía por ahí. De resto era todo silencio. La gente quemaba algo de incienso y rezaba en voz baja o sin decir nada. Cuando me giré para buscarlo con la vista, lo vi orando frente a la estatua principal.

 No dije nada cuando me pasó por el lado para salir. Me di cuenta que hubiese sido una fotografía perfecta pero no en el momento el impacto había sido tal que no había reaccionado con la suficiente rapidez. Nunca hubiese imaginado que él tuviese un lado religioso.

 Estuvimos varias horas caminando por el templo, los demás edificios y los jardines circundantes. La parte más difícil fue esa última, pues había muchas parejas de la mano y algunos incluso se daban besos bajo los cerezos. Había una laguna cercana donde se podían ver cantidad de carpas enormes. Él se quedó allí, mirándolas, por un buen rato. En ese momento sí recordé la cámara y le tomé un par de fotos. Unos quince minutos después ya salíamos de los terrenos del pueblo y volvíamos a la estación de metro.

 En el recorrido de vuelta al centro, el tren estaba mucho más lleno que antes. Tanto que tuvimos que hacernos contra una de las puertas, muy cerca el uno del otro. Por supuesto, a ninguno de los dos nos importaba. Pero en ese momento se sentía todo muy extraño, como si no nos conociéramos. De pronto, sin previo aviso, mi estomago rugió como un león hambriento. Estuve seguro que todo el vagón había escuchado el sonido, por lo que me giré hacia la ventana y quise estar ya en nuestro destino.

 Apenas la puerta se abrió, salí a paso apresurado y en segundos estuve en la calle. Él venía muy cerca, justo detrás. Yo me toqué el estomago y sentí, de nuevo, como rugía. Ya habían pasado muchas horas desde el desayuno y tenía todo el sentido que tuviese hambre. Pero tenía mucha hambre y no podía dejar de pensar ahora en comida. Además estaba avergonzado por el sonido y porque me sentía tonto en un sitio extraño.

 De la nada, sentí su mano suave y caliente sobre la mía. Me apretó suavemente y me dejé llevar. Algunas personas nos miraban pero él seguía, con sus gafas oscuras, caminando como si no pasara nada. Eso sí, miraba a un lado y al otro, como un halcón buscando presa. Yo iba con una sonrisa un poco tonta y también tratando, pero fracasando, en aparentar que no pasaba nada.

 Él me jaló ligeramente hacia una galería comercial y a pocos pasos de la entrada encontramos el lugar al que él me había traído: un restaurante de sushi giratorio. Nos sentamos en la barra, frente a la banda que daba vueltas por todo el restaurante, y empezamos a comer. Ninguno de los dos hablaba, solo elegíamos diferentes paltos e íbamos comiendo.

 Fue al tercero o cuarto, que él comentó algo del sabor. Yo hice lo mismo. Para el siguiente, lo elegimos juntos, juzgando la apariencia. Para el sexto, estábamos riendo, bromeando sobre cosas que habíamos visto en el tempo o el sonido de mi estomago. No pude resistir darle un beso rápido que nadie vio. En el mismo momento el chef anunció que empezaba la hora de descuentos. Él, que sabía japonés, me dijo lo que pasaba y entonces empezamos a comer más comida deliciosa, que nos unió como nunca.

 Había sopa también y arroz blanco con anguila y con cortes de pescados varios. Había pinchos de calamar y bolas de masa con pulpo. Todo lo acompañamos con cerveza y para cuando salimos éramos la pareja más feliz en todo Kioto. No tengo duda alguna al respecto. Por eso cuando ahora miramos las fotos de ese viaje, es inevitable que pasen dos cosas: que nos demos un beso y que pidamos un domicilio sustancioso a nuestro restaurante japonés favorito.rapidamente tumbar fácilmente. ra mcamisa, unas gafas oscuras. Al ponerselas, hacn un par de aba la vida en los sitios que visií ye