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  • I saw him comin down the street, Ramón the Sansón, carring the weigth in his back with the force of his forehead. 20 wood chairs, folding kind, with a mecapal, you know, the precolumbians stringstrap.
    Straining and sweating, focus in the trafic and avoiding hitting people. Thin and small, with a yellow luggage on his chest. I started walking at his side. With the camera i took a couple of shots. "No pictures - said - please" , without missing a beat, with that short, quick stride of men who walk mountains.
    A Hercules without anabolic. Diet of tortillas, beans and chile. Pure muscle dry, doughless. Within minutes the Indian rallied the streets of Frontera Comalapa and reached the gas station at the northern exit.
    At that site the man put down his load. Flexing, squatting. From modest luggage pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his face.
    Hello, I said, what's your name?. Ramon, he answered. Ramon Samson I said, but he did not understand." I am Jacalteco, I speak little Spanish. My town is Guadalupe Victoria, next to Guatemala". I offer him a little bottle of water. He opens it with his teeth and drink a few sips. I watch his thick-fingered hands, as a dry land, calloused.
    Where are you going with those chairs, I asked.
    "They are for a wedding".
    Why did you not pay a taxi?
    He looks to me like saying you are stupid or what. He explains:
    " This bundle of chairs do not fit in the trunk of a taxi".
    You could upload them to a small transport truck. I insisted.
    "I'm poor. I'm spending my savings on my daughter wedding".
    You bought these chairs? "No, these are rented. I got them back on Monday".
    At that time, the truck bound for Guadalupe Victoria arrives. The driver assistant and Ramon load the chairs up the back cabin. There, passengers and luggage travels together. Standing men, girls and women sitting on boxes and packages.
    Before the goodbye, I tried to give Ramon hundred pesos." No thanks, I'm no beggar", answered quietly. Is not for you, Ramon, is for the wedding. Buy some flowers with this money. Took the money and thanked me with his eyes. Ramon Samson climbs into the back of the truck and lost in the dusty road.
    As I walked away, I feel ashamed. Weak, lazy, huevón. With six chairs or those I do not walk 20 steps without sprout a hernia. chiangaos.
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