There’s a lady in my neighborhood her name is pepita Until a few weeks ago, he would always walk up and down with a very small dog, almost like a joke. Pepita, whose age I never asked, must have been around 80, and as a friend of mine who works for the municipality told me, I haven’t seen her with any man since then, her husband died unexpectedly of a heart attack shortly before she was 60. Alone and childless, my source added, Pepita is known in town as ‘huevera’ because her family provided for decades from the eggs their chickens have produced on a small farm – not the dreaded ‘macro farm’ of what is now – on the outskirts of neighborhoods.
It was their grandparents and parents who began supplying eggs, house by house and in a car, to newcomers to a coastal area that was slowly transforming from what it is now. labor requirement for new infrastructure construction for the 20th century This would arrive in port looking for new markets after the collapse of the war in Cuba and the Philippines. Even so, there were people who I didn’t have chickens anymore as before, their home and Pepita’s family supplied them.
Decades later, dictatorship after dictatorship, in war, democracy, monarchy, republic, flood, flood and drought they did and will continue to do so in a pandemic. family farm closed long ago After Pepita’s little brother retired in 2000, the doors of big farms, dragged by their brands, were completely devastated, without relief for generations.
All this comes to mind, very recently, when I was at the bakery, when the baker asked me if I had heard of the baker. Donation For ‘Pepita’s thing’. He explained to me: Pepita’s puppy is almost like a prankster since he is small. her name is kiko and he is very sick. Within a few days, he had stopped eating, barely moved, and had lost all joy. The vet was clear: he should be hospitalized. After 12 years of living together, Kiko and Pepita broke up for the first time, and maybe the last time, and Pepita unfortunately dragged a shopping cart through the streets, always small, very small, and always tuned, much larger than what she was inside. meager pension.
However, in addition to his shopping cart and to his great sadness, the woman shared with the baker. another no less important concern: The big bill waiting for him at the vet hospital when he got Kiko… if he got it. More than 500 euros, of which there were only 80. The baker told me, with tears on Pepita’s cheeks, she hasn’t seen a future without Kiko, her partner, her son, everything since she decided to break life. the great loneliness following the death of your husband.
Poverty was nothing new to Pepita. He was never satisfied, never, because your husband’s lousy job He paid for what he gave, but because he was left alone, the money never came to him. Luckily, a second 60-metre flat without an elevator was bought 50 years ago and paid off if not paid…. Debts in all shops. And now, the vet.
He doesn’t know yet. While reading this article, Pepita will ignore anyway I’ll tell you what, but someone told me the oven clumps like a stubborn little ant. incredible amount of money A small life, perhaps almost a joke, but a life, to save Kiko’s life. A life like that of Pepita’s grandmother, whose skinny children did not die of starvation after the war thanks to the chicken eggs her grandmother sent her from the slums of the city every week, with nothing in return and her heart in her mouth. .