
El eco del silencio

_" ¡Todos deben votar por mí!", ordenó coquetamente una chica rubia con un uniforme ajustado. Todos se rieron y Kasim miró con curiosidad a la chica, que hablaba hasta por los codos: era la secretaria del vicepresidente y se llamaba Rebecca. En ese momento, las puertas del ascensor se abrieron y el grupo de trabajadores salió rápidamente, dejando atrás a Kasim. Con la cabeza gacha y las manos en los bolsillos, recordó un pasado que le dolía mucho.

_"Negrito, pareces una caraota".
_"Bájate del escenario, sartén con patas".
_"¡Buuu, buuu, buuuu!", gritaban, y Kasim se bajó del escenario sintiéndose la persona más odiada del mundo.
A partir de ese día, se olvidó de cantar y se dedicó exclusivamente a sus estudios: no tenía amigos, pero tampoco enemigos, porque a partir de ese día vivió como una sombra.

_"Kasim, Kasim, Kasim...".
Esa noche, Kasim ganó y perdió al mismo tiempo: ganó unas vacaciones pagadas para Los Roques y algunos amigos, pero, sobre todo, perdió la tristeza y ese eco que le hacía sentir excluido.

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HASTA UNA PRÓXIMA OPORTUNIDAD, AMIGOS

Versión en inglés
The echo of silence
Sitting behind his desk, Kasim closed his computer and picked up his office keys. He felt tired and closed his eyes for a moment, then sighed and got up from his chair. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was 6 p.m., the time he had been leaving work for the past five years. In the hallway, he ran into several coworkers, whom he barely waved to: Kasim was so introverted that he had a hard time interacting with others. In the elevator, everyone was talking about the event the next day, Friday: the company would be raffling off a week's vacation in Los Roque, all expenses paid, at a musical event to be held in the party room.
“Everyone must vote for me!” ordered a blonde girl in a tight-fitting uniform coquettishly. Everyone laughed, and Kasim looked curiously at the girl, who was talking a mile a minute: she was the vice president's secretary and her name was Rebecca. At that moment, the elevator doors opened and the group of workers walked quickly out, leaving Kasim behind. With his head down and his hands in his pockets, he remembered a past that hurt a lot.
Kasim was 15 years old and attended a private school, thanks to his godmother who had adopted him after his mother's death. Since he had started school, he had attracted attention because of his dark skin color and because everyone knew where he came from: he was an orphaned boy with few resources, whom someone was helping. He had always loved to sing and was very talented, so when they held a contest, his godmother told him to participate. And although Kasim suffered from stage fright, he listened to his godmother and signed up for the contest. On the day of the event, he was the last to sing, and when he began, the audience started to insult him:
“Blackie, you look like a bean.”
“Get off the stage, you walking frying pan.”
“Boo, boo,” they shouted, and Kasim got off the stage feeling like the most hated person in the world.
From that day on, he forgot about singing and devoted himself exclusively to his studies: he had no friends, but no enemies either, because from that day on he lived like a shadow.
That Friday, after work, everyone went to the party room, even Kasim was there, driven by genuine curiosity. Kasim arrived when Rebecca was singing, and although she didn't sing well, she received a lot of applause. Then a girl named Linda, who was one of the company's lawyers, took the stage: her out-of-tune voice made more than one person cover their ears, but even so, they applauded her. The audience's relaxed, unpretentious gesture made Kasim lose his inhibitions and dare to take the microphone. When he began to sing, a strong, melodious voice filled the room, immediately prompting applause. That response from his colleagues gave Kasim more confidence, and he moved around the stage like an expert. He sang with his eyes closed, feeling that he was singing with his soul: it was as if something inside him was transforming. When he finished singing, Kasim finally opened his eyes and was afraid when he heard the silence, but his classmates began to applaud standing up and shouted his name:
“Kasim, Kasim, Kasim...”
That night, Kasim won and lost at the same time: he won a paid vacation for the roque and a few friends, but above all, he lost the sadness and that echo that made him feel excluded.
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