Dr. I replied, - I am history teacher and I come to look over their shoulder- . Sure! later I understood that we would all be available and how! - Sit millet, sit no longer grows " . I sat down and began to observe his chubby face, her hands full of trinkets, your neck with necklaces of questionable design, vapid chatter with that voice! My God that voice! He told me roughly from his personal history with particular way to emphasize its strength, will, in its disregard for consensus - Democracy is a farce , said and repeated, - should always be someone who sends and who obey - because otherwise things do not go, you know mijito? Do you already have an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat I want to do in this institution? Is not it? "Yes ma'am I replied presaging the worst.
And faith that would be!, You have to endure to keep a job, to eat! Damn!. The institution was a technological teaching center, located north of the city, a small factory of technologists, whose board included the word professional to give credibility to their poor training, was in the process of growth, ie, the business was triggered by this reason she was, in command, and that rare specimen, typical of these latitudes, I would assume the role of female Faust, he sold his soul the devil, and around the corner, averaging forty, at that age when all seems lost. A plump demon in his little kingdom, which was built in his image and likeness. But she had not always been so, not without nostalgia remember when I played Basketball Ball and was of good scorers from school, she had to lie on his shoulder the house when her mother died, ended up raising their siblings, and sacrificed the best years of his life in this work, until he met the musician, She and a musician!, with the gunner's ear and the feeling of a soldier that ran throughout the body. But such was life, life always manages to create a paradox, but others say that she wanted was someone who plant, but these are the fables of the people, full of hatred, full of resentment as she and fears, leading to see enemies even in their own shadows.
The truth was that it took the institution, with an iron hand and placed it came to producing investment. Gradually managed to tricks of all kinds of workloads, it was important for a little man in big belly and a proverbial ignorance for anything other than the technicality, the Malabar rhetorical-legal policies; the designed the legal parent specimen shielding the institution against any labor claim, a partnership which bore fruit, as success was assured. Meanwhile I repeated the desiderata class to class, allowed to be used and ventriloquist made me what I asked the institution.
Omaira looked at from the position that was more or less behind the seat in which I was listening to the Doctor. His little faith in democracy and their plans for us, was the first time I saw her, the lady in the bathroom cleaned with infinite curiosity every corner of the office, I knew it was very easy to say that the floor was dirty although the shine, it was very easy to say that did not serve to bring a red or, if given well please, I also began to know, nodding as she said, moving only the head and head movement was accompanied with a but of course!. I needed that place, all we needed and we all would face to keep it was then when I met Robert, a deformed man, thin, round face and bright eyes, red hair and Indian features, a setup that was easy to imagine as belonging to the people who are products of mixed marriages, had a good voice record, it gave him a strange personality, one did not know where that voice came, rather that tone contrasted with the rest of his personality, he also fell in battle consuming and routine in the daily struggle. You could see from afar their bedrock form of wanting to look good at all costs, to win points with rhetoric borrowed from a program adviser familial early-morning radio. The students filled hurtful anonymous due to their knees, drew him like a pig. He organized the events from the perspective of a schoolteacher in a poor neighborhood, circus tone in each performance in laudatory adjectives that filled the leading lady, who was not left behind in poverty conceptual, his speeches were tinged with obscene Images taken from the popular proverb paisa, distasteful words tangled with the explanation of the new pedagogy that would implement the new pedagogy that would be reduced as usual, talk given by a researcher from a university local, who spoke English with a French accent and tone of his hometown, back in Boyacá . Him for a good pay, would be provided to serve as a crutch in their efforts dictatorial theory, postmodernist rhetoric coated.
Piracy is also typical of intellectuals, we all have a price, that was the slogan, you can buy postgraduate and masters, and can sell his soul to the devil. There was such an ugly, like all his sayings, which she repeated, - I do not make pies but I do know who makes them- That was the size of our misfortune, disgrace me. Being a teacher had no difference with any other profession, we were the intermediaries in the sale of a modular education package, the great pedagogy in which the investigator of yore spent their time, could be summed up in that.
had then a speech to every audience, there was this, the simple and plain, the dialectic of the shopkeeper, the purchase and sale, there spoke the Boyaca and bred, in others the same, but with a French accent and an unparalleled number of citations. Do you think that really spoke to anyone? There was talk himself, tricked us, and was charged. Going through the mirror where the leadership contemplated, which is referred by name and nickname, the money provides some unbreakable bonds and paradoxically ephemeral! This will change , continued our character, going to change all, or we go! , and kept looking Omaira not know if I go on making shine to the floor, or walls. Then he looked at Don Roberto, your personal host, your singing voice, his spokesman, who contrived pompous voice, virtual character, to suggest something already known, something she had already said and then repeated this scene that seemed rehearsed - you if I understand Robert, a teacher like you is what I rather want everyone to be like you. Life is very hard, I thought to myself, while the chubby red hair and blue eyes turn red with delight.
time had run, as usually runs in the tropics, leaving the sad feeling of freeze, but that occasionally shakes us to get us out of the usual lethargy of those cycles of wages, holidays, that all was well and at the same time, everything was changing, that and the same thing. Students crowded into the halls as irrefutable proof that the business was. The midday sun made it impossible for the normal and the implementation of any education, resorted to educational outings to museums, parks, supermarkets, anything, any event served to flee so that overcrowding, that environment had become unbearable to the achievement of objectives that the new contract. A psychologist had imposed, with that quality has also made Japanese companies like Toyota.
cold calculation was to bore the oldest, to download job responsibilities, to end once and for all with a non-authoritarian thought, if there was any in this regime of terror which resulted always in the hackneyed phrase threat: - millet not kick the lunch - and it is to kick the lunch was not agreeing on things and no background, no, it was not agreeing to ban anything out one minute before, chatting with friends on the patio, where he regained his tropical nature Kafka, Kafka was then a writer of manners in our midst, it was funny to see how their families are so characters, their fears are an everyday thing in our daily routine. Be an insect or a dawn thinking ourselves, was the most normal thing in the world, blame us for anything was common, daily bread, because they had to kick the lunch, of course! But is that the institution wanted the best for us, its first president and then president after his brother. When she declined the post, just wanted our good and we were not up to much kindness by stealing your money by not being in the classroom point in going out for red, speaking in the corridors, in late to work, and were a minute, that minute hurt in the depths of his heart safe. That's why she was there to remind us at all times. You know how hard that's the thing on the street, you understand the sacrifices we make to have a good academic load . The martyrdom of each semester, the struggle for academic load for the modules, in triplicate, in the days of morning, noon and night, there we were fighting, because as I said in one of the happy delivery of academic load, we we had to behave ourselves with our customers, "students read," provide an excellent customer service, satisfied customer brings more customers, and here came the unspeakable words of folklore own Seville: smell the pecueca of others but not ourselves , was not a phrase or Bourdieu or Merieu, we would not dream that woke Ruusseau, as we asked the investigator for the contract, the trickster unfair, the Boyaca and bred. We should just remember that smell of feet.
was one of his famous quotes that gave me burning, where the pre-announced, we acquired all its ineffable force leadership and personality Most notable was the typical paisa midwife in charge of a coffee farm one day of harvest. I had never been aware as today, how much pain they cause some people to pay a salary, that absurd feeling that they are stealing, they are losing money as they say all the time, when we gathered in the famous days of integration . That's why she was there, so this strategy infamous get each other to fight for the job. To compete for the modules, each module has a contract and you do not have anything fixed!, Just the idea that if he wants take away his academic load, and comes back and plays Kafka, anything you say, is the special system recruitment determines how, where and when, you are worthy of their pay, is the pedagogy of hunger. But I will not dramatic, it is not, the question is what is the attitude and aptitude of our character. Returning to the principle that I hardly know.
Omaira continues to clean the floor, the floor shines but if you feel like it tells you is dirty, already had said it is the speaker plump and enter other teachers, there is a with a faint resemblance to Bin Laden, she repeated that the fat of pompous voice is as close to perfect teacher worthy of our institution And I wish everyone were like him! And the students? This abstraction takes the form of names, numbers, subject to the flesh, people, human beings, living, dream, enjoy, suffer, endure a sick society, sick with hate, they are in need of hours and hours of reflection, a humanism that might save them from a terrible fate. They need love, to feel welcomed by the school only sees them as clients and teaches them the quintessence of the war the market, the greed of the struggle for subsistence, education trompe moving as they move goods they are our goods, our customers-out reign of terror of the fight for survival, that we reflect, "they look in our mirror. These thoughts haunt me as it approaches the other end of the year, another end of the second period. I remember that morning in May when I first saw her painting her lips trembling, I'm in his new office, many things have changed, she bought the tickets that the education authorities to justify its position, may we say, following remain the same, with their own sayings, now feels more comfortable, has left as she imagined teacher, could oppose their dictatorial destination.
Omaira But still cleaning floors and over again, the walls again and again, others and others have had to go - to steal money elsewhere!, the time of the institution is sacred! - my time in the institution ended that morning at the end of the first period. Why? A who wants to know why? I already had told me mijito repeated again and again, not know how much pain they caused me to make that decision, but his attitude mijito . - My attitude repeated, that it was the attitude and fitness, your attitude and your aptitude. I walked out the same door we had entered many times, everything was the same, nothing was the same, the tropics have that, that time is another thing, the leadership remained in the meeting by repeating his speech, now tempered by the pecueca is its relationship with pedagogy and books, only bad smell generated by its attitude to the world .
* By: James Quintana (Santiago Cali, April 1954-September 2009)
The lady of the picture accompanying this story is Martha Jaramillo Leiva dean FADP personaje him which he is inspired by the story.
Cafe de la tarde by Freya Liv Quintana Cardona more Licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License .
based on the work at cafedelatarde.blogspot.com . 
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