C'EST LA GUERRE (62)

The Neanderthal was flopping wearily supported in the bars on his back. He sat in a corner of his cage and kept looking with certain tension but also with indifference to the small groups wandering and talking around.

Suddenly the embattled and seasoned General and Minister R.R.S., gave him a strong ( harmless) coup with his peaked cap which reached partially the lumbar part of the Neanderthal. Just partially because the cage bars acted as protectors on the small aggression, more than nothing a little joke. The Neanderthal turned back furiously and roaring but seeing the large exhibition of medals in the chest of his assailant, radically changed of attitude, admiring and extending his arms to those jingling objects. His commitment and rendition before the decorations, were total. The "military" are very sensitive to the decorations.

We could see despite his lack of verbal expression that he felt towards those objects, an unbearable attraction, a great desolation for not bring hanging it in his bare chest, or to take it and to have the medals as own possession. The most shameless envy of the world was transparent through his silent attitude lurking. A childish, innocent envy.

— He has discovered who is the boss — someone said. There was laughter. Those laughs neither liked him at all.

— Ladies and gentlemen, please, attention — I had to intervene — under no circumstances we can touch the specimen. Just look at effects of your information for the cabinet meeting and nothing else. He is a very delicate monster yet. It are express orders of superiority. — I said them.

— Mr. President, I present you my apologies, — said General R.R.S. with cheerful expression..

— OK, General — I said —  Nevertheless, it has been a very instructive incident

But the incident was not over altogether, because even though the general with great discretion, was trying confused with the rest of the group after the incident, the cage´s one didn´t left to follow  him with his gaze, full of interest and seriousness, even turning his body towards where was going the General, conveniently. Then the Neanderthal started gesturing toward the general explicitly, hinting that he needed to talk to him, even the rest of the group (with the pertinent gesture) was not of his interested, and so on..

— Ignore him, General — I ordered, After a short pause I added — Ministers Ladies and Gentlemen, I think it is time to initiate the proceedings of the council of ministers.

— Ladies and Gentlemen if you are so kind ... please, follow me — I said them and started the march out of the enclosure of the curtains.

I stopped next to the curtain on the outside, giving time to the entire group which was coming out. Our eyes met for a moment; my words and attitude seemed confuse back to the Neanderthal and he seemed to understand that the "big boss" was not the lord of the medals, but me. This seemed to surprise him very much because in its assessment, I was just the naked man he had met on a beach either.

He looked at me as disgusted but also with a certain hatred and similarly to the lieutenant who had been all the time next to me. He already knew us..

— ... all these dolls.... — There was laughter. I do not know who talked.