Por aquí dirán mañana
_Solo pídale la bendición para que él sepa que usted es un familiar suyo - me recomendaba la abuela y mamá, y eso hacía yo cuando en mitad de la noche tenía que cruzar el pasillo entre el cuarto y el baño, y el abuelo aparecía en una esquina, así de la nada:
_La bendición - decía yo rapidito, corriendo hacia el baño, porque de lo contrario mojaba la pijama.
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Luego fue la abuela: tampoco se quiso ir de la casa después que se murió y siguió haciendo las cosas que hacía diariamente. Se le escuchaba tirar las ollas en la cocina, barrer el piso por la madrugada y hasta espantar los ratones que venían por los huevos de las gallinas. Para ser sincera, yo estaba contenta de que no se fuera porque la abuela era la única que me hacía compañía cuando todos los adultos se iban a sembrar la tierra. Si yo iba para el cuarto, yo sentía que venía detrás de mí; cuando me acostaba, la orilla del colchón se resentía bajo el peso de la abuela y hasta en los días de frío, sentía que la abuela me abrazaba por las noches.
Entonces vino tambien la muerte de Lencho, la de Eulogio y la de Carmina, y todos prefirieron seguir de este lado, como si el lugar de la muerte ya estuviera lleno y algunos debieran quedar vagando hasta que hubiera un cupo y pudieran irse.
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Lo malo de esto fue que llegó un momento que no sabíamos quiénes se habían muerto y quién no, porque todos seguíamos en la casa, igual, haciendo las cosas de siempre. Después de la muerte de mamá, ya no supimos diferenciar la vida de lo muerto, porque en la casa todos parecíamos sombras que iban de un lado a otro.
Ayer algunas personas vinieron a ver la casa, porque supuestamente quieren comprarla: esta casa tan ancha y acogedora. Pero al parecer ellos sí supieron distinguir unos de otros, porque después de durar unos segundos en la casa, salieron corriendo. No me extrañaría que digan mañana que esta casa está llena de muertos, solo porque ninguno de nosotros quiso irse.
HASTA UNA PRÓXIMA OPORTUNIDAD, AMIGOS
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They'll say it here tomorrow
That was after Grandfather Juancho's death. After his death, he didn't want to leave and stayed in the house, because on this side they mourned him a lot, and the house was more welcoming, or because on the other side it was very cold and his bones ached. Grandfather wandered around the house all day and no one was afraid to see him, not even me, who was the youngest at the time:
“Just ask him for his blessing so he knows you're his family,” my grandmother and mother advised me, and that's what I did when, in the middle of the night, I had to cross the hallway between the bedroom and the bathroom, and Grandfather appeared in a corner, out of nowhere:
“The blessing,” I would say quickly, running to the bathroom, because otherwise I would wet my pajamas.
Then it was Grandma: she didn't want to leave the house after she died either, and she kept doing the things she did every day. You could hear her banging pots in the kitchen, sweeping the floor in the early morning, and even scaring away the mice that came for the chickens' eggs. To be honest, I was glad she didn't leave because Grandma was the only one who kept me company when all the adults went out to work the land. If I went to my room, I felt her following me; when I lay down, the edge of the mattress sagged under Grandma's weight, and even on cold days, I felt Grandma hugging me at night.
Then came the deaths of Lencho, Eulogio, and Carmina, and everyone preferred to stay on this side, as if the place of death were already full and some had to wander until there was room for them to leave.
The bad thing about this was that there came a point when we didn't know who had died and who hadn't, because we were all still in the house, doing the same things as always. After Mom died, we could no longer tell life from death, because in the house we all seemed like shadows moving from one place to another.
Yesterday, some people came to see the house, because they supposedly want to buy it: this spacious and cozy house. But apparently they were able to tell us apart, because after spending a few seconds in the house, they ran out. I wouldn't be surprised if tomorrow they say that this house is full of dead people, just because none of us wanted to leave.