There is this great lady in the face slyly hooded sharp with a scythe that awaits us all and we dread so much. She wanders the sandstone of the time, silent and unobtrusive, without shade and without a trace, but if you feel an ill wind, then know that this is the same man who brought him. Most of the time, she arrived without warning, encrusted home unannounced, "ding dong" is on the landing, and a minute later, she hands you her cold hand and bone, you look at her gaping hole, you smiled while his deputy and takes you to the country where Hades is king at the back of his endless limbo. If you inadvertently come across, look away and run continuously. If she screams your name, apply a final administrative appeal, you never know. Do not confront her, she might win. Do not think about it, she laughs too often. Do not look, you will regret it. For some it is the voice of God, for others a mere courtesan, for others a bad gust of wind. For connoisseurs, it is nothing. But whatever it is, it holds between his nimble fingers all over our humble destinies. It you are the driver, but who decides if the shock will be fatal. It is you who pull the trigger, but who decides if the impact is fatal. It is you who parachute jump, but she decides whether to open. It is you who put on your skis, but who decides if an avalanche is fashionable ... She is there, constantly on the lookout, hidden in the shadows, maintaining their level of detail. The issue is not negotiable, it has the rigidity of the administration and it is up to its terrible reputation.
Death ... the Nobel laureate José Saramago (rest his soul) tells us about with humor and finesse in his novel The intermittent death. In an unnamed country, people stop dying overnight. What has happened to the Grim Reaper who is working as usual? Death on short plunges the country into chaos unnamed infernal Church threatens to disappear, hospitals overflowing with patients who can not die, the funeral and insurance go bankrupt, families have more legacies ... Until the day when death gets dressed, is "refausse" and sends a registered letter of the best intentions.
The fantasy of eternal life, injustice and terror death, the excesses of our society are treated in this novel with great wisdom and humor like no other. Please read before joining the underground city ...;)
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