The Cathedral Mall by Mois Benarroch

Author:Mois Benarroch [Benarroch, Mois]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781507114315
Publisher: Babelcube Inc.
Published: 2015-11-11T05:00:00+00:00

Home sweet home?

When they got home, Sandoval closed all the curtains and went to bed. “I need a nap,” he said. “Don’t let anybody in.” And before falling asleep he asked Sandra: “How far are we in to Green Week?” and he slept.

Green Week, the week that changed the world, had passed into oblivion. Sandra had been about four and Sandoval seven or eight. During that week, in a mysterious crusade, like those of messianic times, governments of all countries decided to organize fairs and symposiums in every country to save the planet. That was a tremendous boon for the tourist and aviation industries. It required more than eighty thousand flights and hundreds of thousands of trucks to transport foodstuffs for the tourists. They say not a single cow was left in some countries. What the organizers did not take into account was that these actions engendered more worldwide pollution than had been created in the past thirty eight years. On the third day of activities seven hundred and two inactive craters began to erupt, creating vast brown clouds over the whole planet and then it rained for thirty eight days and thirty eight nights. There were earthquakes, tidal waves, hurricanes and tsunamis which transformed the whole planet.

Although most of the world population was saved, back then they said 70 or 80 percent, some even said 90 percent had been saved but it was difficult to verify the numbers since from then on air traffic was prohibited.

Sandoval’s father died that week. Three months later the sun came out and the planet was left with ten continents. The North Pole became the most prosperous zone. That is where the two young folks lived. For months the presses reported on what had happened. But one day in spring there was no more talk of anything related to Green Week. It was as though a decree had come from on high. Some thought there had been a prohibition against talking or even thinking about it. The truth is that memories had been repressed. The people themselves, to overcome the crisis, without any orders, repressed their own memories and decided not to remember anything more about Green Week in order to survive. They decided not to write about that week, and not to talk about it with their children. Children understood very well that this topic was not to be mentioned, nor asked about.

Sandoval awoke at three in the morning in a cold sweat. Sandra was not sleeping. She had heard Sandoval talking in his sleep about his dreams and she didn’t understand them. In his dreams he talked about an unknown, extinct language.

Sandoval didn’t notice his girl was awake and went straight to the dark living room, sat down in front of the computer, turned it on and started writing. Today an old man either saved my life or tried to kill me. I don’t know. I don’t know why he invited me to have a drink with him, a strange drink that he called a “War.

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