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just need a little silence.
thought he could find some quiet time on the weekend at the falls, which will entertain with Roberto Carlos and Yolanda she could slip and be a little quiet.
Unable to reach the hotel in Puerto Iguazu and distribute rooms, while children screamed excitedly friendly couple, and Roberto berated the clerk because the room was not ready yet. Nor
afternoon at the pool, while Roberto screamed proud after having won a race to swim two boys, 7 and 10 years. She felt embarrassed to see him with water to the waist, breathing like an asthmatic walrus with hands on hips and chest out as if he had won the Olympics instead of two kids.
No peace after dinner conversations indigestible presumptuous about how well things worked in Spain in comparison to Argentina, where Roberto jumped on her bed, sticky with sweat and alcohol. I heard snorting in your ear throughout the boring dust thrown.
thought you might find some silence when they crossed the entrance of Iguazu natural park in the bus, and the vegetation was dense, moist, near the road. Went through the turnstiles at the center of the group of tourists who followed the guide, and gave his input feeling like a sheep, while Roberto pushed:
- Let Marta! Look you're slow!
While waiting for the train station in the noisy tried not to think in the humid heat, T-shirt that made you stick to the skin, and people pushed and beat her in passing, do not faint. On the train, vulgar jokes that Roberto Carlos shouted to be heard over the noise of excited tourists shooting their cameras left and right.
When walking on the walkways over the river, tried repeatedly to stop and look at the surface of water gently moving under his feet, and rest your eyes on the horizon, but when Roberto did not throw his arm, urged the voice of the guide by calling ahead. He was constantly buffeted by the bodies and voices that were around. Suddenly came across a Japanese who had stopped to take a picture, and fell to Roberto:
- How clumsy are you, Martha!
When they reached the waterfall, he could not understand how people were able to keep talking. The vision of all those tons of water falling into the void with the noise startled, and made her feel tiny. I could not stop looking at the cloud of spray rising from the Garganta del Diablo, or the stream that seemed to swallow himself relentlessly. "What a great place to suididarse" - he thought. Being swallowed by the vortex of water that crashed into the rocks at the bottom, falling into the cloud and fade. And finally, silence. The vertigo kept trapped, unable to hardly move, still watching the water, when Robert climbed on the railing beside him to take a photo of Carlos and Yolanda.
Without thinking twice, Marta stumbled, and the body of Roberto swallowed him the devil.
Then there was silence.
How clumsy are you, Martha.
