Carnival Caramel and bad luck
This is the story of Caramel, a simple citizen, an ordinary man, hardworking and honest as many of those who inhabit this country. Carmelo was about to turn 50 years old and dreamed of the day of his retirement. Despite having a large family had saved some money to fulfill another dream: to participate devil dancing at the entrance of the carnival in Oruro, his hometown. She missed her homeland every day as if it were the last and sadly remembered the time he had to leave to seek better living conditions in La Paz. Although it had long been living as a paceño more Carmelo returned to their homeland every year to become an outcast amazed by the dazzling carnival over there. Like many other Oruro, Bolivia and abroad, is enthralled, merged with the wonderful party and all unhesitatingly believed in the miracles of the Virgin of the Tunnel, whose devotion is offered the dancing and colorful costumes that left increasingly stunned to and strangers.
Although never able to dance, carnival was an opportunity for Carmelo needed to put all their faith in the Mother of the Tunnel Morena, which was like all parishioners and dancers knew the Virgin Mary, whose image appeared beautiful one day painted by an anonymous author and talented in a dark tunnel of Cerro Pie de Gallo in the city of Oruro, in honor of which was built the chapel of the Tunnel at the foot of that mystical mountain. Carmelo begged the Virgin to let him, if only once, to dance in the grand festival and this year the Lady heard their prayers.
some weeks for the lavish party, Carmelo went to the workshop of an artisan bussy road, his friend and he had already commented on their deep desire to dance in devotion to Our Lady of the Tunnel, so I asked him to make a devil mask, such a never before been seen.
The compadre bussy road had to rip off as much talent to mold devil horns and known of his fame as an artist without equal plaster and paint, no hesitation in accepting the order.
"You'll give me an advance," he warned. Caramel had the money in hand and not only paid the advance, but the complete work.
"It's the first time I dance, my friend," pleaded with Carmelo bussy road and continued, "I want a mask with bulging eyes that are able to look into the dark, sharp teeth like those of Satan, horns slender as those of Lucifer. I want a mask which it is shown as a wick burning a wig of golden threads, a face worthy of the Mother of the Tunnel. With each word seemed to jump on the heart. Nearby
and Carnival holidays, the streets of Oruro began to fill with happy tourists and locals proud, colors, music, unbridled libido that the absence of the daily rate of spread is concerned. Major arteries became real popular dances, and songs full of drunks, couples dancing, the curious and timid, and other noisy animated. Sidewalks stopped being transformed into wooden bleachers and structures metal and whose owners were charged with selling as if it were the locations of a large theater. People bought seats to any price to secure a place to see the fraternities and fifty sets dancing folk who move along the two miles and a half tour, which concludes in the final section of the chapel doors the Tunnel. Diabladas, Morenadas, Caporales, Incas, Tinkus, Negritos, Cullaguadas, Llamerada, Toba: thousands of dancers, hundreds of bands and hundreds of musicians looked forward to the beginning of the great pilgrimage Saturday. Caramel and wanted to join them all happy and happy to be part of a diablada and meet the first three years of the promise to dance for the Virgin of the Tunnel.
more time passed without objection. Missing and a few hours for the grand entrance of the carnival, Carmelo returned to visit his friend, vanished from their everyday worries and tight while traveling and standing on a rickety bus, I was thinking about how to go without delay to the bus terminal peace to move to Oruro. At that time, the terminal paceña mutated into human hive in choppy sea of people in search of a passage, at any time and price that will reach the Folklore Capital of Bolivia.
The moment where Carmelo came to the workshop was to leave it to a gringo of great stature and bulk and whose blue eyes and shiny not off from the wonderful and peculiar devil mask in his hands, not even able to contain the wonder Carmelo and gasped looking mask that had been abroad. Mask was a big, round eyes, high cheekbones and red, a nose gear and diabolical wings, a pair of plump, bright horns, fangs ferocious and silver. Above the forehead appeared a lizard with three heads and two wings, trimmed with gold sequins and bright. Fell behind a blonde wig and long golden locks and perfect as the sun. A true work of art.
After the surprise and after watching the gringo disappear in the crowd of people at that time filled the street called Calle de Los Andes, embroidery or La Paz, Carmelo entered the workshop of the friend who has not finished saving a green wad of bills in his crate. More surprised than Carmelo, the gossip began hawking bussy road.
- Oh, Carmelito, not waiting for you today!, How I can help? "He said as his sinvergüenzura sweetened with a sly smile. Before Carmelo could utter a word, he continued. "Sure you come by your devil mask, at a time take her out.
Carmelo While waiting leaning against the counter, their retinas kept the picture of the mask bearing the gringo was spectacular, but was also big disappointment when her dear friend took from the back of the workshop a small masked and faded, with a horn larger than the other, with several teeth unpainted and with eyes that looked like a pair of rough unpolished crystals. He had not a single sequin or a single bright or showy color. In the back of the mask was harsh and shaggy bristles of an off yellow and resembled more disheveled and dirty tail of a horse that the burning flames of hell. At the end of observing, Carmelo went to see the smiling face of my friend and cynical bussy road.
- compadrito Ay! Managed to say the naive Caramel. "This is really a devil mask such that has never before been seen. Undaunted completely loaded Carmelo devil mask and left the shop and while walking was lost in the bustle precarnavalero already overflowing by the ventricles and atria of her devoted heart. He
carnival each year was as radiant, magnificent and spectacular. Carnival that no one could forget the most enthusiastic dancer devil mountebank and a devil has been harboring.
Published in the Journal Sunday newspaper La Patria (6 February, 2011)
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In any case, you will be spoiled from start to finish and betüttelt and I think the gnomes are a little jealous;) Of course we know that she is doing very well there but we really miss her .... to Fortunately, we see them so regularly and if my parents are on vacation and can not take her she can make us leave and then the 3 siblings reunited:) 
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