Stomach Sticks Out After Eating

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When the will to live will cushioning the blows of fate and life cycles of the van leaving only the colonel and his wife share not only their feelings, custom to be together but also live a counterpoint to their diseases. In this case, the colonel with chronic diarrhea that worsens in the fall and his wife with persistent asthma. Since

into a life where everyday living is the same: get up, eat, dress, and the bells of the church at the same time, there are only two things that can change: the weather and course of disease .

Colonel felt bad in the cemetery. When Don Sabas pushed to the wall to make way for the men carrying the dead, he turned his face
smiling at him, but he found a hard face.

"What's wrong, my friend asked.

Colonel sighed.

"It's October, compadre

returned on the same street. It had cleared. The sky was deep, deep blue. "It does not rain more," thought the colonel, and felt better, but continued absorption. Don Sabas interrupted.

"Compadre, get to see the doctor.

"I'm not sick," said the colonel. What happens is that in October feel like I have animals in the gut.

The house is in a rural area, furnished and spacious room, a bedroom too small for breath of a asthmatic .-, a garden and a silo. Within it the tension is constant and well defined roles, the woman cooks when to do, mending and patching the thousand rounds of a rundown clothes, the ironing if you are not devastated by asthma. The colonel in charge of social visits to collect mail that never comes, and to explore the possibility of bringing money home, but sparingly, as if asking permission to each inhabitant of the place.

rained after midnight. Colonel fall asleep but awoke a moment later, alarmed by his intestines. Discovered a leak somewhere in the house. Involved in a wool blanket to the head tried to locate the leak in the dark. A trickle of cold sweat ran down his spine. Had a fever. He was floating in concentric circles in a pool of jelly.

ravaged dawned. The second call to mass jumped from the hammock and settled into a murky reality uproar by the cock crowing. His head still spinning in concentric circles. He felt nauseous. Went into the yard and went to the toilet through the whispers and shadowy depth of winter smells. The wood inside the small room with a tin roof was strained by the ammonia vapor from the bassinet. When the colonel lifted the lid came Well a mist of flies triangular.

was a false alarm. Squatting on the platform of tables without brushing experienced the frustration of thwarted desire. The urgency was replaced by a dull ache in the gut. "Certainly," he murmured. "I always the case in October." And he took the attitude of confident expectation innocent until he calmed his gut fungi. Then returned to the room by the cock. "Last night

were delirious with fever," she said.

had started to tidy the room, answer a week of crisis. The colonel made an effort to remember.

"It was not fever," he lied. It was the dream again the cobwebs.

infamous
Among the monotony that becomes a life clinging to the past and displaced people's social life, the novel is also the story of a marriage where the accusations are made as safe by rickety use, where the affections have been overturned in a mutual interest in survival, where the memory of the lost son is his only anchor to the calendar. A marriage witness the deterioration of vital tissues encountered in the development of daily activities and every disability is an ornament in the house more.

It felt good. December had withered his gut flora. Suffered a setback this morning trying to get new shoes. But after several attempts he realized it was a futile effort and put on, patent leather boots. His wife noticed the change.

At the end of the novel the main characters know that before the expected pension or money hunger Amenga your gut, which may come before each sunrise or sunset is death.

"Same thing," replied the woman. You should realize that I'm dying, that what I have is not a disease but a agony.

The colonel did not speak up when they finished lunch.

"If the doctor assures me that selling the rooster takes your asthma, then sell it," he said. But if not, no. That evening brought the rooster to the cockpit. Inding back to his wife on the verge of crisis. He walked along the corridor, hair down their backs, arms outstretched, looking for the air above the hiss of his lungs. There he stayed until early evening. Then go to bed without her husband.

prayers chewed up a bit after curfew. Then the colonel was ready to turn off the lamp. But she refused.

"I will not die in darkness, "he said.

Colonel left the lamp on the floor

is that throughout life one learns to want to kill his way.