By Eddy Montilla.
(Taken from Real stories told as fiction)
Victor turned his gaze to the ceiling and noticed that all the five fans were hanging from it, right over the rotary table and the employees who were working in the middle of it. Either by a stroke of luck or by a trick of fate, it had turned out that the location of the fans coincided with the place of the lunch boxes he had already prepared and stored. Like before, he only had to double the number again. Then, he waited patiently until the boss were only several meters away from the center of the fans and then, as fast as he put the food inside the boxes every day (and he did it quickly), he began to throw the lunch boxes in the air hitting accurately either the low ceiling or the blades of the fans in their right or left side to his boss’s disgrace and luckily for the others. On that day, braised pork in a tangy tomato sauce and Neapolitan pasta were the main dish. The rest of the story is self-explanatory, I guess, since there was no part of the boss or his adorable suit without stain. The others, like children seeking refuge at the center of the circle, looked with astonishment how the lunch boxes turned into a rain of tomato sauce and pasta after hitting the blades.
Victor took out of his worn-out wallet a sum of money equal to the value of all that lunch boxes he had indirectly thrown at his boss and put it on the table. After that, he took a look at that factory and other workers, and later, he began to move slowly and serenely away that place with his hand into his pockets. Neither in the factory, city nor that country, he was never seen again.
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