Learn Spanish with the mayor's son
Learn Spanish with the mayor's son
We were about 12 years old and we were in the middle of a carnival. At that time the economy in the village was not at all good and the costumes we wore were as simple as they were uncreative. That's how it was, we can't blame anyone.
To give you an example, we boys used to dress up as cowboys. The costume was a normal plaid shirt, the kind we wore to school, two holsters (which in the best of cases had been bought or inherited from a brother) and they painted a moustache on us with a permanent marker, the hard kind, the kind that leaves a mark on your face for days. The girls didn't have it any easier, they were given wings of what they said were fairies or Cinderella dresses, that is, to clean the chimney and not go to the ball. That's how our costumes were, I don't remember any nice ones, well, I remember one, the mayor's son. That boy had a super costume for the first time every carnival. How disgusting he made us feel!
Berto was our class friend but it's true that we were jealous of him just because he could do it and the others couldn't. The guy was very funny during the year but the fun he gave us during the year automatically turned into hatred on carnival day. The guy was very funny during the year but the fun we had during the year automatically turned into hatred on carnival day. We wished he wouldn't come, we wished he would get sick! ....él with a good costume and the others with a black moustache painted with a permanent marker, the kind they use in construction to mark anything.
That year Berto came dressed as a Musketeer, what boots, what a red cape, what a buckle, what a sword, what a feather of I don't know what bird he wore in that hat, we hated him, the rest of us dressed as cowboys in our everyday plaid shirts, ..... also for the carnival.
When there is jealousy involved, children can be very bad, and that day I saw it with my own eyes and Berto experienced it in his own flesh. I remember it as if it were yesterday and I remember it with a smile from ear to ear.
At carnival, we spent the school day with the whole school walking and singing through the streets of the village, the song, you know it:
🎵🎶carnaval carnaval, carnaval te quierooooo🎵🎶
...and we arrived at a school that was under construction to take a break. Badly done by the organisers, you can never leave dozens of children on a construction site, what adults call construction material children call throwing toys.
At that school they gave us some confetti and balloons to add to the atmosphere of the carnival and we were all blowing up the balloons at the top of our lungs. One boy put a few balloons in his pocket and walked around the playground, where the construction was going on.
There he found a pot of black paint and had an idea which, although it was not a good one, I remember today as very funny. He mixed the black paint with water and put it into three balloons, called some other friends and ....
You can't imagine how the Mayor's son's musketeer costume turned out.
The boots, the cape, the feather, the hat, the suit.... was soaked, black and ready to be thrown away.
The Mayor's son wanted to play his role and drew his sword, like a true Musketeer, although the best was yet to come.....
One last balloon hit him full in the face and from very close range.
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