where we are. All the dignity of a country not yet a single man. What loneliness must feel at such a time!. What would we do every one of us? "Resist the pressure? Recognize that the situation is very complicated for Bermu. Yesterday
D. Luis and Cope predicted in the content of the sentence.
Commented that the sentence would be collected that can not be determined by analysis Goma exploded two, but with the other tests and evidence adduced in the summary is found that exploded two eco rubber stolen Mina Conchita.
Apparently the guy sent us to stop in the street reinvidicar M11 truth "with respect to the court." Had to support the work of the Justice said. Then he made the criticism that has been dear, that if charging. So what to venture the content of the sentence seems too cynical even for LDP (Light laborers).
I hit the last article of Luis del Pino en Libertad Digital. You can freely make any comments. There has not bans.
(I put the image of another judge to whom Bermúdez reminds me every day.) -------------------------
"That will take advantage
Where is the ball?
May 30, 2007 - 11:00:33 - Luis del Pino Gómez Bermúdez
The judge stood before the makeshift bank doors of the courtroom.
- Dare to bet, good man. Where is the ball of DNT?
worn leather Three hemispheres were arranged more or less regular on hardboard. The Trileros, dressed in police uniform, looked Bermúdez with searching eyes, gauging the dam. For one of the pockets of the uniform hinted at a microscope. He moved his hands quickly a few times, exchanging cups. Every two or three movements, slightly lifting one of them, showing a ball of dinitrotoluene.
"How stupid," thought Bermúdez. "It's easy!". The judge reached into his pockets and pulled out the pocket money I had.
- Here! "He said pointing to the cup on the left.
The Trileros up the cup and what appeared was a paper saying: "Look on the tanks and pipes in the factory." Bermúdez grimaced, upset.
Before I could stop and reflect, the Trileros again began to rhythmically move the cups. There it was again the ball! Bermúdez
eyes followed the evolutions of the hands. He had begun to form a circle of onlookers.
- is here!, Challenger said, pointing to the cup on the right while holding her out of the tickets he had.
surprisingly delicate hand lifted the beaker Trileros Bermúdez stated. What emerged was, again, another paper that read: "Looking into the mire of the Asturian mines."
One of the spectators, whose face reminded the judge to Anis del mono mono, laughed uproariously, while nudging him small tip. A small voice said to Bermúdez should leave, he would not win ever, because there was trick, but the laughter had hurt his pride. Which most unpleasant! His hands moved again Trileros.
After a moment's hesitation, took off his ring finger, the center said the cup, hesitated and finally lifted the left. A whole new role: "Look inside the cabinet of the EOD." He realized he was trapped. There was no way to stop. A mantero apesebrado journalist looking like selling pirated CDs of claims jihadists across the stairs, but nobody seemed to pay attention.
was fumbled in the pockets for anything of value, but found nothing. His eyes were fixed in Trileros toga while the cups were their march, showing the ball from time to time. Bermúdez understood and took off the robe, which he placed beside the board. His eyes moved to the rhythm of the hands. He lifted the cup in the center and a murmur of voices and laughter rose from the chorus of spectators. This time, the paper said, "Look below the detection threshold." Bermúdez
realized that had been cleaned. The Trileros, got the goal, began to raise the stall. Introduced the cups in a plastic bag, which he put in an envelope, tucked the envelope into another plastic bag introduced in a cardboard box. Finally, put the cash in another bag, put the bag in a metal cabinet and the cabinet fell on his shoulder. Bermudez, clean and quite, stopped hearing the voices around and looked back up the entrance stairs. "How do I explain now that I have lifted up his robe? How short I now turn to the lawyers?".
opened the door of the building and walked into the room, but the guard Security stopped him, seeing him without his usual attire.
- Identification.
Bermúdez was to dip into your bag, then realized that he had raised the kind of Anis del Mono, with all credit cards.
- Sorry, said the guard does not go unmarked.
The guard pressed a button and began to sound an alarm. The sound is familiar to Bermúdez. What do you remember?
Judge Gómez Bermudez jumped up in bed, covered in sweat. Beside him on the table, the clock is hoarse, saying that it was time to get up to attend the trial. "Where is the dinitrotoluene?" Thought the judge. ---------------------------
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