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Orgambide, Peter: The parachutist

Ambition a man can be infinite. The Tailor of of my people was shaped like a parachute.
Every year during the celebrations patriotic, was presented to the municipal committee offering their services paratrooper. I heard as who listens to the rain, with that mock sadness mixed with the good people try to fools and madmen. The tailor returned home, with the parachute silk under his arm, and waited another chance.
Finally, when the town celebrated its centennial, the tailor was reintroduced to the commission of festivities. For tired joke by the committee accepted his request. A young airman Aeroclub offered to accompany him on an adventure. During the week prior the launch, the village boys had fun reason: to visit the tailor, call Jorge Newbery, or at nicknamed the youngest: The Astronaut. My tailor stoically endured the jokes and continued sewing his parachute.
So came a day of celebration. All the people gathered at the Aeroclub. For the first time in many years, looked at Taylor with a little respect. Until then, of course, had thought that a tailor is a tailor, and a paratrooper paratrooper. The tailor (the parachutist, I mean) got on the plane. The apparatus cleanly off. Then he climbed into the clouds. Gone are the seconds, minutes, as long as the tailor's tailor longer for us and transformed, now in a paratrooper. Because it down, first quickly, then slow and majestic, over the field. Ran youth, scooters, cars, sulkies, women, children, me, everybody, we all ran to meet the hero. Most enthusiasts have raised in litters .
the plane went down. The young man who was driving approached our hero. "Moron! "He shouted Coward! I had to push for that long! ". All were silent because the jumper (I mean the tailor) was one of ours. No answer him that , with the parachute under his arm, left the party.
That night, as fireworks lit up the square, another fire was built in the edge of town. When we arrived, it was late. They burned the old costumes and parachutes that floated in the flames, like ghosts, like white flowers.

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Pedro Orgambide
From "Stories with tangos and corridos" (1976)

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Pedro Orgambide born August 9, 1929 in the city of Buenos Aires. He is the author of the novel "Memoirs of a good man," "The wilderness" "The Scribe" and "A jacket to die." Wrote the story book "History and calendar to tango", and plays "Eve" and "Discepolín." And published a test "Being Argentine" and "Diary of the crisis." Among other honors, was awarded the Casa de las Americas (1976), the Premio Nacional de Novela (Mexico, 1977), the Municipal Prize Laferrere Gregorio (1995) and the Lifetime Achievement Award from the National Endowment for the Arts (1997 .) He died in Buenos Aires on January 19, 2003.