Skate

These warm evenings of summer were the worst thing, in Ramos Mejía (my estate) the katydids were singing, the asphalt that neighbors had given for calling "The Gaona" was burning and we also had the noise of the cars. The ventilator and the ice inside the tapper spread by the whole department were not reaching, this way it was impossible to sleep.
Under these conditions it was one more summer, like any other one, but the vomits were not stopping, the effects post-chemotherapy brought together with the heat were unbearable.
Between the vomits and the rest in the bed she was listening to something that was calling her attention, she asked me what it was but I did not know. At about three o'clock of the evening, every evening, this heavy dream was interrupted by a strange noise, as if distantly something was moving from right to left side and ended up by getting lost.
She was listening to it, was waking up and turning it to recapture the dream to get recover.
When she was feeling better she tried to know that it was, sought for it, but nothing, when it was appearing to the balcony she was looking at the avenue, but she couldn´t find that noise.
In the middle of the whole process of blood test, low defenses, vomits, feel better, and to return to feel too badly, it gave her a happy curiosity.
I also wanted to know wherefrom they were coming and in a task of investigation I decided to go down before three o'clock in the afternoon, searched and there I saw them, the noise was was coming from the contact among the skates and the grooved paths, a noise like broken, the kids were skating and skating. I followed them and they will have thought that he was a half a psychopath or neighbor who was "sick of that noise they make at the moment of the siesta (that´s how we call the moment between two and five in the morning when people sleeps, takes a rest)".
The neighbor of tenth b, Dorita, asked me to take care of her and since I was not obtaining work I accepted the offer. And the whole topic of the noise made me remember Enrique Sdrech (Argentinean journalist that was an specialist of crimes and jusgments) , his investigations, his conscientious, perspicacious, at the time opinions I ordered myself f this mini investigation. It was clear that here there was no crime but I wanted to do what I liked and everything was a great excuse to do it.
I extracted some photos from the balcony and I showed them to the neighbor. Dorita was not going out of the department for which it was giving her shame to walk peeled or with scarf because " the neighbors were going to realize made a big gossip and that was arming itself " so I devoted myself to tell her all the events of the neighborhood and to show her photos of the kids of the skate.