It was hard to locate the exotic antique shop in that area full of narrow streets and poorly lit. But it was even harder to understand with the owner of the premises (an old lean and mysterious), when I asked him a small gift items which could take home to my country: an Aladdin's lamp to show my wife that I did not forget it in my business trip. The light was beautiful, but apparently had to adhere to a strict protocol when handling. So his owner took pains to translate for me, one by one, all indications showed an old parchment, on how to get it, rub it and make the corresponding desires. I do not understand anything, but everything seemed very funny to me, although at some point I suspected that it was not no joke. At home, I ordered the gift in the cabinet under the receiver, so that my wife will take a surprise, and took the instructions with the intention of showing them later. Something I did wrong. I do not know, maybe I rubbed the lamp at the wrong in a wrong area, it all happened very quickly. Upon arrival my wife discovered my luggage in the bedroom and I looked in vain for all units. A few years later married. I guess now is happy because it has never needed to ask me to rub the lamp and at least one of the three wishes. And, apparently, the cleaning lady is not for the work.
Text: Pedro Herrero
Included in the anthology "Candle in the wind" by Fernando Valls
Text: Pedro Herrero
Included in the anthology "Candle in the wind" by Fernando Valls