Sheets as shrouds, by Juan José Millás

I could never have imagined that ink from pens may freeze. It feels like your blood runs cold in your veins. The thing about freezing the blood in the veins is a metaphor. The pen ink thing is true. It happens to poor kids who live in a town in Madrid called La Cañada Real. In this town they have been without electricity for more than a year, so that in winter it is very cold, so much so that, when the children try to do their homework, the pen does not respond because it turns out that its ink has frozen. The blood continues to flow through the veins of the children, but the ink has solidified inside the plastic tube that looks like a capillary in the human body.

What can you write with a frozen pen? A horror novel, I suppose. You write and write and you leave some white grooves on the paper that could perhaps be read with the fingertips, in Braille plan. It would be something like speak without voice. Have you never made the joke of addressing your wife or your husband by moving your lips, but without making a sound? For a few seconds, the receiver is shocked to think that he has suddenly become deaf. Then, when checking that he hears all the sounds in the house except your voice, he thinks that you have gone crazy or that you are trying to make him gas light. Speaking without a voice is like writing without ink, or like writing with the computer turned off.

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When a child’s pen does not work because the ink does not run due to the ambient temperature, someone has gone crazy. We could not say if the State, the electricity company, the community, the city council or all at the same time. As you can imagine, what happens to the ink in the ballpoint pen does not matter much to us. What is worrisome is what that coagulated ink metaphorizes. What is distressing is what that curdled ink will not be able to draw. If the ink is like that, think about how the children’s fingers will be. They would break, like a glass rod, if you hit them. I was very cold when I was little. I know what chilblains are and purple lips and shroud-flavored sheets are. But a pen never froze. Perhaps because they had not been invented.

Reference-www.elperiodico.com

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