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.I waiteduntil she had gained her balance.To walk in the darkness carrying one hundred and fifteenpounds on my shoulders was no mean feat.I went very slowly.I counted twenty-three paces and Ihad to put her down.The pain on my shoulder blades was unbearable.I told her that although shewas very slender, her weight was crushing my collarbone.The interesting part, however, was that the rectangular shape was no longer in sight.Ourstrategy had worked.La Gorda suggested that she carry me on her shoulders for a stretch.I foundthe idea ludicrous; my weight was more than what her small frame could stand.We decided towalk for a while and see what happened.There was a dead silence around us.We walked slowly, bracing each other.We had moved nomore than a few yards when I again began to hear strange breathing noises, a soft, prolongedhissing like the hissing of a feline.I hurriedly helped her to get back on my shoulders and walkedanother ten paces.I knew we had to maintain the unexpected as a tactic if we wanted to get out of that place.Iwas trying to figure out another set of unexpected actions we could use instead of la Gordastanding on my shoulders, when she took off her long dress.In one single movement she wasnaked.She scrambled on the ground looking for something.I heard a cracking sound and shestood up holding a branch from a low bush.She manoeuvred her shawl around my shoulders andneck and made a sort of riding support where she could sit with her legs wrapped around mywaist, like a child riding piggyback.She then put the branch inside her dress and held it above herhead.She began to twirl the branch, giving the dress a strange bounce.To that effect she added awhistle, imitating the peculiar cry of a night owl.After a hundred yards or so I heard the same sounds coming from behind us and from thesides.She changed to another birdcall, a piercing sound similar to that made by a peacock.A fewminutes later the same birdcalls were echoing all around us.I had witnessed a similar phenomenon of birdcalls being answered, years before with donJuan.I had thought at the time that perhaps the sounds were being produced by don Juan who washiding nearby in the darkness, or even by someone closely associated with him, such as donGenaro, who was aiding him in creating an insurmountable fear in me, a fear that made me run intotal darkness without even stumbling.Don Juan had called that particular action of running indarkness the gait of power.I asked la Gorda if she knew how to do the gait of power.She said yes.I told her that we weregoing to try it, even though I was not at all sure I could do it.She said that it was neither the timenor the place for that and pointed in front of us.My heart, which had been beating fast all along,began to pound wildly inside my chest.Right ahead of us, perhaps ten feet away, and smack inthe middle of the trail was one of don Genaro's allies, the strange glowing man, with the long faceand the bald head.I froze on the spot.I heard la Gorda's shriek as though it were coming from faraway.She frantically pounded on my sides with her fists.Her action broke my fixation on theman.She turned my head to the left and then to the right.On my left side, almost touching my68 leg, was the black mass of a giant feline with glaring yellow eyes.To my right I saw an enormousphosphorescent coyote.Behind us, almost touching la Gorda's back, was the dark rectangularshape.The man turned his back to us and began to move on the trail.I also began to walk.La Gordakept on shrieking and whining.The rectangular shape was almost grabbing her back.I heard itmoving with crushing thumps.The sound of its steps reverberated on the hills around us.I couldfeel its cold breath on my neck.I knew that la Gorda was about to go mad.And so was 1.Thefeline and the coyote were almost rubbing my legs.I could hear their hissing and growlingincreasing in volume.I had, at that moment, the irrational urge to make a certain sound don Juanhad taught me.The allies answered me.I kept on frantically making the sound and they answeredme back.The tension diminished by degrees, and before we reached the road I was part of a mostextravagant scene.La Gorda was riding piggyback, happily bouncing her dress over her head as ifnothing had ever happened, keeping the bounces in rhythm with the sound I was making, whilefour creatures of another world answered me back as they moved at my pace, flanking us on allfour sides.We got to the road in that fashion.But I did not want to leave.There seemed to besomething missing.I stayed motionless with la Gorda on my back and made a very specialtapping sound don Juan had taught me.He had said that it was the call of moths.In order toproduce it one had to use the inside edge of the left hand and the lips.As soon as I made it everything seemed to come to rest peacefully.The four entities answeredme, and as they did I knew which were the ones that would go with me.I then walked to the car and eased la Gorda off my back 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.I waiteduntil she had gained her balance.To walk in the darkness carrying one hundred and fifteenpounds on my shoulders was no mean feat.I went very slowly.I counted twenty-three paces and Ihad to put her down.The pain on my shoulder blades was unbearable.I told her that although shewas very slender, her weight was crushing my collarbone.The interesting part, however, was that the rectangular shape was no longer in sight.Ourstrategy had worked.La Gorda suggested that she carry me on her shoulders for a stretch.I foundthe idea ludicrous; my weight was more than what her small frame could stand.We decided towalk for a while and see what happened.There was a dead silence around us.We walked slowly, bracing each other.We had moved nomore than a few yards when I again began to hear strange breathing noises, a soft, prolongedhissing like the hissing of a feline.I hurriedly helped her to get back on my shoulders and walkedanother ten paces.I knew we had to maintain the unexpected as a tactic if we wanted to get out of that place.Iwas trying to figure out another set of unexpected actions we could use instead of la Gordastanding on my shoulders, when she took off her long dress.In one single movement she wasnaked.She scrambled on the ground looking for something.I heard a cracking sound and shestood up holding a branch from a low bush.She manoeuvred her shawl around my shoulders andneck and made a sort of riding support where she could sit with her legs wrapped around mywaist, like a child riding piggyback.She then put the branch inside her dress and held it above herhead.She began to twirl the branch, giving the dress a strange bounce.To that effect she added awhistle, imitating the peculiar cry of a night owl.After a hundred yards or so I heard the same sounds coming from behind us and from thesides.She changed to another birdcall, a piercing sound similar to that made by a peacock.A fewminutes later the same birdcalls were echoing all around us.I had witnessed a similar phenomenon of birdcalls being answered, years before with donJuan.I had thought at the time that perhaps the sounds were being produced by don Juan who washiding nearby in the darkness, or even by someone closely associated with him, such as donGenaro, who was aiding him in creating an insurmountable fear in me, a fear that made me run intotal darkness without even stumbling.Don Juan had called that particular action of running indarkness the gait of power.I asked la Gorda if she knew how to do the gait of power.She said yes.I told her that we weregoing to try it, even though I was not at all sure I could do it.She said that it was neither the timenor the place for that and pointed in front of us.My heart, which had been beating fast all along,began to pound wildly inside my chest.Right ahead of us, perhaps ten feet away, and smack inthe middle of the trail was one of don Genaro's allies, the strange glowing man, with the long faceand the bald head.I froze on the spot.I heard la Gorda's shriek as though it were coming from faraway.She frantically pounded on my sides with her fists.Her action broke my fixation on theman.She turned my head to the left and then to the right.On my left side, almost touching my68 leg, was the black mass of a giant feline with glaring yellow eyes.To my right I saw an enormousphosphorescent coyote.Behind us, almost touching la Gorda's back, was the dark rectangularshape.The man turned his back to us and began to move on the trail.I also began to walk.La Gordakept on shrieking and whining.The rectangular shape was almost grabbing her back.I heard itmoving with crushing thumps.The sound of its steps reverberated on the hills around us.I couldfeel its cold breath on my neck.I knew that la Gorda was about to go mad.And so was 1.Thefeline and the coyote were almost rubbing my legs.I could hear their hissing and growlingincreasing in volume.I had, at that moment, the irrational urge to make a certain sound don Juanhad taught me.The allies answered me.I kept on frantically making the sound and they answeredme back.The tension diminished by degrees, and before we reached the road I was part of a mostextravagant scene.La Gorda was riding piggyback, happily bouncing her dress over her head as ifnothing had ever happened, keeping the bounces in rhythm with the sound I was making, whilefour creatures of another world answered me back as they moved at my pace, flanking us on allfour sides.We got to the road in that fashion.But I did not want to leave.There seemed to besomething missing.I stayed motionless with la Gorda on my back and made a very specialtapping sound don Juan had taught me.He had said that it was the call of moths.In order toproduce it one had to use the inside edge of the left hand and the lips.As soon as I made it everything seemed to come to rest peacefully.The four entities answeredme, and as they did I knew which were the ones that would go with me.I then walked to the car and eased la Gorda off my back onto the driver's seat and pushed herover to her side.We drove away in absolute silence [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]