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Chapter 12. The Atlantic Coast and its Caribbean pirates
San Antonio Oeste, Rio Negro Province, Argentina
“You have a surprise Grandfather? Well, that’s fine by me! You know how I just love surprises.” I answered, as he gave me a small brown paper bag he had carried. “Oh Grandfather, how did you guess how much I wanted to have… two halves of a white onion?” I managed to ask without understanding the nature of his exotic generosity.
“There you have it! See what I’m talking about? That’s precisely the problem with today’s kids.” Knowing Grandfather, as well as I did, I was a wary. I knew, for a fact, that he had a hidden ace somewhere under his sleeve. Maybe…
“Observe the sadness of this miserable and unfortunate world, as lamentably it patiently waits for the future generations yet to arrive! Whereas you, with that unbelievable and total lack of imagination, so typical of these times, barely reach out to perceive what you have just referred to as only two halves of a white onion; I, however, I see…” he added with a sigh leaving a note of suspense hanging in the air, “a trip, on a plane, to the Atlantic Coast!”
I listened incredulous and at the same time fascinated, to his detailed outline of a procedure that could induce fever in me; once the teacher detected it, I would be released from school and sent home. This plan, he explained, was scheduled for the next day, during the first hour of classes, so I could leave school early.
“All you have to do,” he said, “is place half an onion in each armpit, and then wait between ten to fifteen minutes, for the best results,” he continued explaining. “By that time, your body temperature should be in the neighborhood of 39 degrees.”
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