by: Montag

On a rainy afternoon I decided to start reading some books while at home nobody did anything, in my time of reading through my mind I had memories of Clarisse, I felt uncomfortable because Mildred was beside me staring at me while Leia.

We were very concerned with my wife, because we listened to someone sniffing at the door but she only calmed me with her voice telling me «that it was only a dog», but deep down I knew that it was that mechanical beast that always lived tormenting me, » the mechanical hound. » So I looked through my window and it was moving away without causing any fuss.

From one moment to another Mildred screams at me and I’m a little crazy, I did not know why she did it until she told me to read, that they were going to burn our house because of me if I was discovered. So we started having an argument with my wife, about what was happening around the world, we talked about very shocking things but we got to the subject of how much people suffer thanks to poverty and hunger, while we are here well but I also told him that those who read those who really knew the knowledge were quickly silenced, as they did with Clarisse and the old woman. In our talk the phone interrupts me, she answers and is captivated by a talk about a television program, I knew it would be delayed because for her television was one of her favorite things to do on a day to day basis.

In the background while listening to talk on the phone I was wondering what to do my next step, and I remembered that a year ago in the park I found an old man named Faber this was a former professor of literature in which 40 years ago they had closed the institution where I worked, this was told to me by the same. I remember very well that I knew that he had a book in his jacket but I did not say anything to him, but to this day the words he said to me continued to sound, «I’m not talking about things, sir, I’m talking about the meaning of things, that’s why I was alive, that’s why I wanted to call him, I knew that somewhere he had his contact, so he went there on my little table where he had all my files until I found him and called him. He answered me a little surprised at the firm talk I think he would think that it would hurt him, after greeting him I asked him how many copies in the world were from the bible that by the way was one of the books that steals me from the old woman’s house before to burn it. He answered nervously that none of them was not even one and he hangs up quickly, I was amazed he had the last bible.

By: David Ramirez , Freddy Sanchez 11-53