Thursday, December 9, 2010

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Poetic Justice (*)

the other day I remembered a story I read not remember where and now share through January Six.

------------------------- There once was a traveler who was passing through a village in Spain. A few weeks before Christmas. The passenger went into a restaurant to eat and drink and cool. While eating, he noticed that the bar owner was treated very bad by his wife.

As outsider, dared not say anything or say anything to other people. Simply turned to watch.

The woman went to the man by shouting, full of insults and nasty nicknames. And although the man replied all so friendly, the deal is softened and became more friendly. The other diners seemed to be accustomed to the show because no budge.

Suddenly, the local owner took very happy all a lottery ticket. What we here in Peru we call an integer. Or so we called for electronic lotteries have almost displaced the traditional lottery. When the man showed it to his wife, this was enraged. Between insults of all caliber that incriminated him how he had so great an expense. And forced him to sell all the tickets at that time.

At this point, more moved by the discomfort, the traveler was among intrigued to know how the story ended and saddened by how badly this man passed.

Almost a year later, he repeated the trip the traveler. Curious, he decided to go to the same restaurant last year. He found him completely renovated, but it was definitely the same place. He recognized the owner, greeted him and said he had been there a year earlier. The man recognized him, or at least pretended to recognize him, greeted him kindly, and took his order.

Traveler witness feared the same abuse last year, but said nothing. So huge was surprised when he saw that she seemed to have taken a 180 degree change. The unpleasant person from a year earlier had given way to a nice woman and even affectionate.

Moved by the sheer curiosity, the traveler approached the restaurant owner, and after asking endless apologies for being so nosy, she asked how he managed this miraculous change. The man said
- If you were here a year ago as he says, will have been aware of the problem I had for buying any lottery tickets.
- Well, the truth, "answered the man.
- Look you how things are. That ticket turned out to be the one that took the jackpot.
- ¡¡¡¿¿¿ What ???!!!
- Yes, but do not think I had sold all the ticket. I was in two parts, so I got a good bit of that prize. And like all those who sold them the ticket were from the village, when his party gained, by way of thanks, gave me a portion of what they deserved. With that, remodeled the bar and I could save a good deal. But that was not the best part.
- What was it?
- have noticed how other things have changed around here.

The restaurant owner winked smile and was quick to heed the request of another Diner newcomer.

(*) The poetic justice is not so much a topic as a literary technique, which achieves a happy ending, in which virtue and honor of the good is rewarded and vice and dishonorable behavior the wicked to their punishment.


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