C'EST LA GUERRE (59)

Then returned the Lieutenant after her excellent work one more time. She appeared radiant, shining after the shower and "toilette". She also had had coffee and some fruit. She was extremely sexy, sensual, with an air of freshness, health, clean, with a little different body, with some of sea and sun on her skin, as if that the change of skin color might operate deeper changes on the whole person, with other nuances and daintiness... How wonderful, and worthy that is the person after a day of sun and beach! I mean to this moment of return to the social life.

But as we all know it had been a little more than a common day at the beach since it is converted on in an unexpected situation of a somewhat abrupt way. But neither the incidences of the day, or the brutal escalation of the war by a brutal enemy, or my new overwhelming responsibilities, or to possess the most important political-theological key of all time.. nothing of all this could avoid such beauty, such human intelligence, such feelings, that a "sapiens" female, decent and dignified produces. Neither her influence and impact on me, a mere man.

I kissed her hand keeping up official appearances and I murmuring softly "charmante et divine ..." She responded with a slight smile of assent, very discrete also.

Immediately she went on the work. She told me that the cage properly covered with a canvas hood, had been unloaded by a crane and placed on a wheeled platform. When the specimen ran out of light under the hood, he began to protest with violence, but only gutturally, and he didn´t stop on it until the arrival to the hangar, where the hood was removed him.

She also told me that a large number of people, approached the helicopter watching that it had formed a kind of religious procession, to what are still very fond the country's naturals. The crowd covered all our path piled up on both sides with a respectful and devoted attitude. While the weird cage was shaking and emitting very strange sounds.

— Actually they know nothing, Lieutenant — I said — They were there for other reasons.. no much reasonable as I have been informed.

Already we arrived to the hangar, the Neanderthal — she continued — stopped growling and he showed be very impressed by the immensity of facilities, admiring the walls a little bare for him probably, without magical paintings to promote hunting or victory, the high windows, and the ceiling above all. But what caught his attention specially, tremendously, as it seemed us very funny and hilarious, was a mountain of inflatable dolls that occupied a distant corner up to a great height...

— I've never seen, sir — she said — a mouth so big, so open and so drooling.

— Remains of the arsenal of our successful campaign before, Lieutenant — I said — Continue please, Lieutenant.

Finally, sir, the cage was installed inside a curtained perimeter with special lighting and a heavy escort and security measures. He showed great distaste for the curtains that prevented him from seeing the mysterious mountain of human bodies almost completely. Was given him food, drinks and some pillows that he has not used by the moment. He ate heartily but only drank water. We left him with soft night lighting.

— We will have to bombard him with soft drinks ads — I said cheerfully.

She finished:

—The hangar and the outer perimeter are now specially restricted area. — And looking at her watch she added — I remind you. Mr. President, that the government is waiting for you.