The scent of lavender from the kitchen, took the last vestige of the lobster season successful. Since there were no customers in the staff room and began to retreat.
waited until the steps of the caretaker went away, turning off lights here and there. I checked every room of the house to be sure that no one was left. Cleanliness that prevailed at that time, I just referred back to the insults and humiliations that every employee should take to Ibrahim, the head chef. The resentment that his despotism and culinary diva aroused in his students, colleagues and subordinates had become a valuable item that I would benefit.
lit a marijuana cigarette with a scented candle to dispel the smell. Not that I was a habitual consumer of grass, but as Marion, the sous chef Valencia, that would make me feel bold, confident, uninhibited, what do I know? I inhaled a couple of puffs. For a moment my mind went to some of the people who most hated him, of course maybe not to the point of wanting to end their existence, does it? Zawra, the ever humiliated Zawra, married with a baby and exposed to daily ridicule for having committed the imprudence of falling asleep in the car next to Abdel, Chef baker, who certainly trumpeted from the rooftops how good you could sleep in the back seat. Sebastian, who was forced to squeeze Ibrahim, teeth, on pain of expulsion, a dozen lemons for having surprised botándolos still juicy. Laila, the cleaning girl who documented the mother when the dishes had a little wet and he threw the keys on your feet to force them to bow before him. As for me
not need more reasons that self arrogance caused me to not want to see more. But as the song says, life gives you surprises, surprises come life. Who would have thought that stuff was going to kill someone, say many.
restaurant school was only three blocks from the Plaza El-Rsif. The sun had set and the muezzin chants were draining it through the speakers of the hundreds of minarets of the mosques that lived at the Imperial Fez Bali to call the evening prayer, the adhan quarter, which I indicated that he had, at most, 25 minutes before Ibrahim returned to finalize the details for the mise en place the following day. Until then remain in prostration, but doubted the truth managed to overcome the barrier of his ego or reciting a thousand times salat. Imagines, postgraduate, I could not help but see it as a marinated pork, ready to be roasted with an apple stuck between the teeth and a rod in the rear sarrapia. I smiled with a grin that might seem a naive supine but for the fact that later they would raise. There were so many ways that my mind tried to shut him up but definitely this was very funny, though ... defined my style?
I went into the kitchen, I felt nauseated to see the Philippines with his name embroidered brakers quickly disconnected, flashlight in hand, I pulled the cable connector industrial fridge, I burned at one end to the torch and spread it until he was out of the kitchen. Spray with liquid soap the area where she was sure, the subject of yore walk. Finally I opened the key used to wash the floors, I let the water run hard and when he had flooded the entire area, closed it and left the site. Reconnect brakers, provided with two separate gloves take the lead in my hands and waited in darkness to hide my "pig", and purified, appeared. From that episode
's been a few years but still can not define what gives me more pleasure, if having escaped the unhappy or have witnessed how quickly your skin shrank before my eyes. Although I must confess that my taste is offended yet, when my nose smell the aroma of tonka beans.
Elena López Meneses
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