History

The gathering of Benicio and insects

After sleeping for 8 hours straight and woke up every day tired. The clock hit his routine call at 6:35, leaving exactly five minutes to heat water for coffee. Ten for a shower and five for dressing. About seven passed the bus taking him religiously, Monday through Friday if there was no road blocks to the center. More precisely to stop the July 9, opposite the monument of Don Quixote.

Benicio had the same name as his father, retired from the ministry of finance. And his grandfather, but that they had known more for "Don". For that matter, this Benicio, the 2007, lived in a one bedroom apartment. I had a girlfriend who did not want yet she moved to her bed, and bore the peculiar habit of collecting insects. Of all the types.

Benicio would have preferred to be a biologist or veterinarian, but he chose the career of accountant. At 37, he was still in doubt which carried from 18 as to whether his profession had chosen well. Perhaps this question is allowed some very rare extravagance and trying to hide in front of his friends, a terrible passion for ants, cockroaches, mites, termites and moths.

Benicio these insects not only admired, but began to render them self-invented a cult. His department was, although clean, one cradle of cockroaches. And all models including flying. If one appeared walking down the table, stopped to watch. The haunting is that it could be hours and also took notes.

Your hobby certainly did not add much in the picture was hung on one wall of his office. Perhaps to finish convenserse this had to be your life and not the other not chosen. In the portrait was Benicio Benicio father embraced son, with title in hand. I could still feel the palms of his father's approval and rejection which causes simultaneous public accountant life.

At 12:55 accommodated his desk and went to one of the girls that there are places in the center near the 9 de Julio. Usually a sandwich lunch of ham and cheese and fruit salad. Half an hour he lay to rest on a bench or on the same turf.

Benicio this particular day it felt strange. A slight malaise in the pit of my stomach kept him quiet, and some discomfort in his neck muscles generated headache. Decided instead to devote the entire hour lunch to sleep. Road to the square and sat on the grass. He was about to enter the pre-sleep trance when she felt an ant climbed one of the fingers of his right hand. No one moved. He preferred to remain still and let the bug go his way unhindered.

Index finger, right hand palm, wrist, and after raising his arm and under his shirt, reached the chest. Benicio remained paralyzed by the feeling of the insect petting her body, she felt trapped by his feet marking a fast pace and quick on your skin.

Benicio kept his eyes closed when the ant slowed. Benicio wait a few seconds to see if the feeling again. For when the bug takes a minute began to move again. Benicio immersed himself again in the sensations that had been generated by the insect. Another 2 minutes had passed when the ant stung stopped and Benicio. That afternoon Benicio did not return to the office.

At night the police reported to the relevant court finding the lifeless body in a square of Buenos Aires, an individual of about 35 years, undocumented and well dressed. The autopsy reported a few days later it died Benicio allergy.

Definitely, Benicio was allergic to ants.