Long live the Samurai! Long live my friend!

That fun small man turned into a gigantic real samurai when he wore his kendo armour. Four years after his liver operation he spent  again some fun days in Zaragoza revisiting his friends. He refused to take his bogu back to Japan. Three months later Yoda Yasunori sensei had died.

The birthday

She had turned 54 at night. She dressed in a short black dress with a black silvery belt around her. In five minutes she would be driving to school for another tiring day. The phone rang. Her son wanted to be the first one to say “Happy birthday”. Her face shone.

Parking the car

There were few parking spaces on both sides of the road. Suddenly, he saw one. He moved his car backwards. On the  road, he saw the dead body of a cat. He felt a slow bump when one of the rear wheels went over the remains of the dead cat.

No privilege

He didn’t want privileges for being a famous politician who had defended the Public Health System. He had to share the room with an old woman. Her sphincters relaxed and tons of faeces gushed on her bed, flooding the room with an unbearable stink. He wished he had been alone.

Great expectations

He’d been studying hard for a year. There were only three posts and more than 300 people who wanted them. The day of the exam arrived and everything turned out very well. He had done his best. He suffered from optimism, but there were other 300 optimistic people expecting, too.

The fly

All nurses knew that evidence. Whenever they saw a fly in the room of a very ill patient, they knew the patient’s death was a matter of few hours. It was always a nervous fly, attracted by the sweet smell of death, trying to land on the patient’s motionless head.

Room 71

Her doctor made a mistake and the old woman died. She shouldn’t have died that afternoon. At night, at the nurse desk, the bell of room 71 rang once and again. A nurse opened the door of room 71, but the old woman had been taken to the hospital morgue.