death on hortaleza
Monday, February 13, 2006it's saturday and i'm moved onto my balcony by the sound of the
obligatory weekend emergency service siren. it's a fire engine. it
stops about 30 metres down my street and is closely followed by an
ambulance and a police car. between them, they close the street to
traffic. they're all milling around in the street whilst i'm trying to
figure out what they're up to - there's no smoke, no traffic accident,
i'm curious.
i look up at the building to which they're entering, and i see two
legs hanging out between the railings of the balcony on the third
floor. they appear to be women's legs, naked and still. there's a
flash of panic, as i contemplate the probability of an axe weilding
murderer roaming the streets of chueca.
suddenly, the paramedics bring out a woman from the door of the
building. she looks quite upset. then, once she'd climbed into the
ambulance, all of them disappeared.
as the flow of traffic resumed and pedestrians began to walk beneath
the legs again, i stood there transfixed on them. surely, they can't
just leave a dead body hanging out over the pavement like that?
after about 15 minutes, i realised i was hungry, went inside and
forgot about the legs.
on the way to the supermarket later that day, i passed the legs - they
belong to a mamakin.
boy, did i feel like a tit.
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::Damn those pesky "mamakins"...
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ahem, manakins.
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Sorry to be a pedant, but isn't it "mannequin"? Dictionary.com defines "manakin" as "Any of various small colorful birds of the family Pipridae, found in forests of Central and South America."
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haha nice work adam
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ahem, mannequins. anyone else?
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