Suddenly, in the middle of the shower, the water stopped flowing. It is the rainy season, everywhere there are puddles, ladies sweeping the accumulated liquid on the roofs, neighbors uncovering (now) the drains. Water wherever you want, except in the shower. And that stops anyone from nails.
Ileana rinses herself off with the reserve of the 20-liter pot cornered in the bathroom. After checking the pipes, he comes to the fatal conclusion: the pump that raises the liquid to the tank has burned or has a short circuit. We will have to seek support, and that causes expenses, but no way.
He looks for the plumber’s business card and in the afternoon he manages to contact him. He cannot hide his moodiness. The man agrees to review the system until the next day, early in the morning, knowing that until the afternoon he will be free of commitments and then he will go to see the fault. He insures the job for himself, even if the client pays the consequences. And he will also apply a special rate, Urgent, and will claim that it sounds expensive because he had to leave two or three girls to attend to you, my spoiled client.
Ileana is not for compliments. There will be no laundry, no cleaning in the house; Luckily for lunch, she has a jug and goes to the store to buy another one, with which her husband can take a towel bath at dawn before leaving for work.
Ileana’s children are happy because it will be enough for them to take an oval bath to let them go out to play in the yard at the end of their classes, online since the beginning of the pandemic. The mother knows that if the quality of education in itself leaves much to be desired, without attending school, learning will decrease. Resignation, it is said, resignation.
Iliana looks up and notices the dark clouds that herald a storm. Empty the buckets you have: if it rains, you will put them in the roof drains and you will harvest enough to water the pots, for the dogs to drink and for the toilet.
But the wind drags the clouds, they get lost on the horizon and will cause flooding in the city, being that where it is required is on the shores of the asphalt, so that the land of the vacant lands, of the unpaved streets, is appeased.
Grumpy, Iliana finds a pretext to vent her bad mood and reprimands the kids because they came out without masks:
“Each one of them puts on their shit or I won’t let them play outside!” Quick or the devil will appear! And whoever gets dirty, you know: I put him to wash his clothes with saliva: you’ll see that he does. My back hurts from so much washing and you roll over like pigs in the mud.
The children understand that the mother is in a bad mood and they are quick to attend to the order.
Why expose yourself to a “stand still” given with the back of your mother’s right hand. They know Ileana has a heavy hand.
In the sky thunder and lightning follow one another, and Gómez de la Serna comes to mind and exclaims:
—Thunder: falling from a trunk down the stairs of heaven.
For Ileana, thunder is just the enormous possibility of having water, even if first she passes by the rooftops and brings down the shit of cats and pigeons.
Emiliano Pérez cross*
* Writer. Chronicler of Neza