Entry # 8 Carol 6

Lourdes is planning her lesson and does not have time to speak, so Carol always gets frustrated and gives up. He sits in a rocking chair beside Lourdes, turns on the T.V. to TV Espanola. When he gets bored, he imitates my grandmother as she writes down notes in her notebook. He imitates how intensively her pen moves up and down and how hard the pen hits the notebook. He then gets bored of that activity and proceeds to his nap.
Carol has an enormous bed in order for him fit comfortably and properly. He sleeps perfectly still, he does not move. He naps for about an hour, or sometimes two. When he wakes up, he changes his clothes and gets prepared to leave again. Most of the time, he has no event or hobby or fun thing to do. His only choice, you could guess, would be going back to “La Tinaja”. Few are the days when one of his friends invites him to a little reunion to talk about nonsense and drink whisky.
Carol loves whisky. When there is a reunion, he takes his own bottle, his own cup, and his own Styrofoam refrigerator with his own ice. He does not like other people’s ice, even if the reunion is at a restaurant. He always takes his own things. He also gets a little shovel for himself to pour his ice in his cup. He does not share with anybody.
When he is going to out to a reunion, he walks out of his house in a different way as if he was going to “La Tinaja”. The way he walks, his face gesture, it’s different. When he is going to a reunion, you can feel, you sense his happiness. He gets to talk nonsense and drink whisky around people that laugh at everything he says. The way he walks out of his house, he walks as if he was dancing to a rhythmic song going on in his mind. He also has a big smile in his face, not evil, but happy. He is so spontaneous, you can easily see what he is feeling.
My grandparents live in an old, big, and dirty house. Since it is so big and since they are old, they cannot take care of it by themselves. It is a custom, in Cartagena, and most of South America, to have maids, and employees that help you do your house chores. My grandparents have seven different workers. Each of them, stranger and more peculiar than the other.
Hannibal. He is my grandparent’s house guard. He arrives every night and leaves in the morning. Hannibal has twisted his leg three times. All of them, getting of a public bus that drops him off a block away from my grandparent’s house. “He loves getting off moving buses. He is so stupid he does not know that when the bus has stopped, it is safer to get off. He just jumps off the bus as it is moving at 80 miles per hour, as they are used to here in Cartagena, and obviously, his ends up screwing up his leg.”