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BLACK SAND P. 2
I don't remember ever having been so cold as with that stranger who picked me up. The journey was in silence. He glanced at me when I leaned my head against the door. I don't know how long it takes us to get to a house. He had lost track of time. But it seemed like an eternity. The rain turned into a heavy snowfall and when I tried to get out of the vehicle I felt immeasurable pain in my leg. Ivar took me in his arms and when I entered the house he sat me in a chair by the fire. The Interior had nothing to do with that almost ruined wooden exterior. Ivar returned to the living room with a basket and put it on the table.
- I'm going to look at the wound.
I nodded fearfully and he frowned at his gray eyebrows at the sight. He cut off my pants and a chill ran down my spine when he saw the deep cut in my leg. He took a transparent bottle and said to me:
- This is going to hurt.
- ¿It's very deep, isn't it?
- Yes.
- I want to go to the hospital.
- It's far away and a snowstorm is coming. We can not go out.
- But...
"Don't worry," he said, interrupting me, "I know what to do."
- ¿You are a doctor?
- Not quite. He replied before pouring the alcohol.
- ¿Then?
- When you live far away, you learn to heal wounds.
He picked up a syringe and a small transparent jar.
- ¿What's that?
- Lidocaine.
- So that.
- I have to stitch up your wound.
- It's okay.
I felt the sting and then a little itch.
- Tell me where are you from. -He said before starting to sew me.
- I was born in Dublin and before the Pandemic, Hans and I moved to Drogheda.
- ¿Where is?
- It's a small town in Co.Louth, Leinster.
- I was referring to Hans.
- I do not know. -I said crying.
- Calm down. Tell me what is the last thing you remember.
I had to remember because I really didn't remember almost anything. It was like being in a dream, well in my case a nightmare, from which you want to wake up and when you do and you want to remember it, you just can't.
- I do not remember.
- ¿You don't remember anything? He said as he sewed up half the wound. I shook it and had to look away because it made me nauseous when I saw it.
- ¿What are you doing here in the middle of the Pandemic?
- Hans is a photographer and I sell second-hand books or what I like to call them: little treasures of letters. I replied smiling.
- ¿Don't you think it's reckless to travel?
"Yes," I whispered, remembering the doubts I had before leaving. The thing is, I've been looking for a book for months and I had to meet the seller at the Isafjordur museum.
- But, that's to the northwest. - He answered surprised.
- ¿And where are we?
- In Höfn, 900 kilometers.
"It can't be," I said incredulously. ¿How did I get here?
"Don't worry, you'll remember," she said, cutting the silk thread. I'm going to bandage it to you and give you clean clothes. If you want to shower, try not to get it wet.
- Thanks.
- I'm going to prepare something hot and call the Chief of Police.
I went to the bathroom and undressed. Looking at myself in the mirror, I saw that her body was covered in bruises and a mark on her chest. I touched her and she was etched into my skin. Like when they point to cattle. I carefully bathed and put on the gray jeans and black sweater. When he left, Ivar was sitting in front of an old radio.
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