The old one walked trpego. Head low, eyes pressed for the fustigante Sun. To the front a white building. Frum. In its hand two papers: order of retirement revision; medical finding.
Cancer, metstase. Nothing more it mattered. Only plus some steps. In small cubculo reserved the public, it was supported in the frmica group of benches. It waited. Some minutes had passed. In its mind, days transcorreram. Or better, years.
Since that torture starts. It only desired to increase its retirement. The illness was with hunger, asked for more money. In exchange it offered to it plus some time. The money finished. The time also. In deep at the notary’s office some employees they laugh. In its mind this sounded as it scoffs. It would wait a little more. Dragged steps if had approached. An employee passed for the old one as if this already was died. It put a leaf on the copying machine and left rancoroso with the twin brother the document, returning for its lethargy in a dusty table I sing in it of its room. The old one persisted. Other times had been ignored. Sinto very! Its order was unfounded judgeship. Esticou the hand and returned the two papers. The old one removed the papers Mrs., held firm its hand. All the deep marks in its fingers were felt by it. It resisted per some instants, but, to the end, its eyes had been swallowed to look at it of it. Obliged! But Sir, its order was denied. My young, I lived sufficiently to know the impertinence meaning. I am not thankful because I lost the process. Neither I am happy therefore. Now it does not make more difference. I am thankful because today somebody looked at for me. Today I am a person. I came sets of ten of times here, in all age only paper and as such I was left in a mofado place of this barren place. Today not. Of this time, I was more. I was a face. I was somebody. He was given me to the reply and accept I it. The least, this reply was granted to a man, not to a stack of cellulose that, later, will be recycled. Debtor. He left. Penosamente slow steps. Raised head. Gotten dizzy eyes. Restored pride. The two papers that rested in its hand did not interest more. It left them in the garbage. Never more it stepped on in the Frum. In the balcony, you it remained one instants. The old one if was. The rough sensation of the hand of this and the knot in its throat had remained. The process of the old one was> filed. It was remained for a time in a box as as much others. After the hibernao in the reclusion, was triturated and mixed with as much other lives. It helped to form new processes. The decisions in it contained had witnessed countless destinations. It remained you. As well as the face of the old one in its memory. But it did not travel alone in its mind. Every day he was presented to several others that yearned for only one reply. Now, for it, all the processes had faces. the faces answered been thankful its considerate look.
