upon a Saturday afternoon of a June 1995, I had just returned from a trip to Brazil after being stuck for about 3 months on a project day and night, as was usual and my friends came to the house give me the "welcome" and spent the afternoon with a drink called cachaca hell (the c with cedilla is German but my keyboard does not have one) I used to bring Brazil and instead of taking it as good caipirinhas we were Indians drank us pure. The diabolical drink and we are just one more infernal spirits Nectar, so it all afternoon and my friends spent a little drunk and go home to sleep the dog. I was still "good", had the thrill of finally reaching my dear Bogota and still had battery for a while and that was when the phone rang and it was some co-workers who were preparing to go to party at La Calera and I invite all like a glove, I called my best friend who lived in the same group as me and squared up the departure time. I took a quick shower, I put my pint of rock rebel who characterized me at that time, although I remember it perfectly, a Pantera shirt-and jeans Levi's. When it was perfumed to leave my friend called me and told me I could not go, and I apologize as I was anxious to go to party I said all right, you talked The next day, proceeded to call a colleague who also was coming and he had studied with me the whole race in college and was a close friend of mine and told him I was going to go alone, then he told me no sense take two cars and asked me to pick him up, the end was also alone.
Sali in my turbo Renault 9, picked up my friend and climbed quickly Caledon, we arrive at the club, was that it was burned and that the gossips say that the owners burned it to collect the insurance. I was already drunk and obviously more drunk Russian finished drinking vodka in winter. The rumba was good, I dance my meringues and very glad we left for home. I get off La Calera and soul by the devil, to which was the car, tires squealing in the corners, in a matter of nothing was in the seventh, take it and turn north on 127, let my friend in the 127 with 19 and take the 19 north towards Villa Magdala where he lived. And was so drunk he was driving by instruments, not the street looked good but I knew it all by heart because he had traveled countless times, knew where every hole. Pass the 134 with a stop and methyl semi slipper again, repeat the operation in the 140 and the 147 without knowing that misfortune was at hand. At about 200 meters from the 147, which was the first hairdresser Paul's (famous because it was where they cut their hair the chocolocos of Margaritas, and Capri Villa Magdala, including me) had a fallen tree in the middle of the street. As hps is a tree in the middle of the street? When I saw it was already over and in a micro second question many things went through my mind, the first thing was to look to the right and think about my friend and seeing the empty since I remembered I had not gone, then look again at the forefront and analyze the situation quickly, at a time is unspoilable such as one might think and analyze so many variables in a split second, my conclusion was Montoyesca, I decided to break the wavelet to the right, speed up, mounted the platform and dodge the tree. When I was going to do me repentance and change of strategy, I put my hand on the belt to confirm that you have set, I hit to the left, I forgot and Agnosticism I asked God to take me out of this key and brakes, the impact was brutal, the trees were about two or three meters and then the car hit him again. The car was crap, passenger seat went flying and the branches came in and were to my right a few inches of my head, then the expert would explain that the tractor speed branches become mortal and try my solution avoid the tree was a suicide. After the impact late in reacting, staring trying to understand if he was alive or not, but could not reach any conclusion, after a couple of minutes people came with the novelty and some came to ask if I was OK someone tapped me on the shoulder and felt the warmth of his hand, I felt my heart beating, I felt my breath and I realized I was alive. Move my arms a bit and then the legs and everything seemed fine. The spotted the car moved into my chest and imprisoned but fortunately I did not move enough to cause harm. That moment was one of the happiest moments of my life, knowing he was alive.
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