Hello friends. My name is Pablo and I live in a small kneepit deep in the jungles of Chiapas. Here you I make the stories happy and sad and some other places inbetween. I hope you like! Welcome here in my kneepit!

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Evil bastardo God

On my way to the sea I find me a very old town. Many buildings are broke, no people anywhere it seem, just some wind and dogs that lie waiting to die.

At the end of the main road I see an old church, look like half destroyed by some God or some other bad men.

In this church I find some old woman still living, in a room with many scrawny cats cuddled round an old wood stove.

She invite me in like she has been waiting for me and give me some tacos covered with dust and some warm green dirty water. I make very polite trying to eat dust and funny water, when she look me in the eye and tell me her story.

She was born in this town and had many children and good husbands who work the land and provide food for many in the town. They very good peoples who go speak with God in his big house every week and help the poor people who come from the villages far away. Everyone happy.

But then one day God make the big bottom noises and belch the twisty air so hard make the town break in pieces. When she wake she find all her family die. The peoples that live go leave the town, saying God has cursed this place. They say cannot survive someplace with no walls and so many angry dead soul.

But she is stubborn you know. She stay in the town, eating what she can, because she is wanting to know why God he do this to her. Why so much sufferings and pain? What she do wrong? She spend her days in the old church with nothing left, just her story and her cats, and she start to go crazy with God.

But then she change her sad face and look me in the eye and say that now she is happy. She say she has been here many years, waiting for something, for someone to come.
Now Pablo has come she can give away the last things she have left, and can go to the next place.

She holds out a dirty sack which seems to be moving.

“Here Pablo, you have my story, now take what is left of me. Give them a good home.”

I take the bag and thank the lady.

After I leave the old church - a few minutes down the road I hear a rumble. The last of the church has collapsed. The old woman is no more.

I look at the kittens. There are 2 of them, black and white, with small scared eyes. I put them in my poncho to keep them dry and warm and sing them a song, make them feel better. For soon we will be by the sea.

Adios amigos! Come back soon…


AscenderRisesAbove said...

what a very sad little story. I have missed visiting here. - have you recently changed your blog address?

I also like your toe icon for your blog. very nice.

Kimbu said...

Nope - didn't change the address. Did have a problem a while back when I converted to new Blogger which meant my 2 identities - kimbu and Pablo got merged into one, so can no longer post comments as Pablo which is a shame.

Anyway - thanks for the comments. Was thnking of doing a collection of these stories - the little book of pablo. If interested I can send you a copy when done...