This post n º 206 of the Psalter is dedicated to Margaret and Henry.
shared houses.
In two of the occasions in which I spent a few days in London I was in two houses in succession, different and very curious about my dear friend and relative Margarita.
In the first one home was on the outskirts of the city. In the district of St Albans, property of Viscount Francis Bacon. It was my feeling that flew over the fields in the spirit of the philosopher. I know it's absurd, but to me it seemed. Actually, I felt. Margarita
lived in a mansion in the region, belonging to a lord and a lady. Who had sublet part of your house to my friend and part to a young lady named Sue who lived with her daughter, a very pretty girl.
This mansion has a very extensive garden, with large meadows dotted with low hills forming giant oaks that were lost down the horizon, and some of these solid wooden benches gray as a result of weathering. Also near the house had a greenhouse with tomato, a delicious herb garden and a perfect garden trellis pear remember that rather than have paypays Drinking and lined up some onions, fat and put on the spot in which only adentraría roots.
The garden was of universal application, but each of the families had independent access to their homes. These were not complete areas of the building but that maclean mazes each other, so that our friend's room adjoined rooms in different homes and had also run up and down stairs to go home.
The Lord was also a judge, and was commissioned precisely to prosecute the case of Sue. U.S. accused of being part of a terrorist group that allegedly conspired to threaten the life of a senior judge.
The charges stem from a time far away, when Sue was very young and a little hippie. And in the worst case, had never been attempted, or whether such bombing was never consummated. However, the American judicial machine, to be ruthless, he was determined to get the extradition had been requested.
case this time out daily in newspapers and on TV because there was a clamor throughout the United Kingdom not to extradite the person to read that this will undermine national sovereignty, and also no precedent. And of course this thesis sovereigntist was defending the judge homeowner.
I did not get to know or the lady and the lord, but Sue and her daughter, who were lovely, each in its own style. And once they were having dinner and toasting the success of their cause.
Months or years later we learned that ended up being extradited and sentenced to perform a few years in prison in the United States.
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The story of the second house is trimmed even more sinister. Not in itself, since there never was anything wrong. But in the same house located next door, whose address you sure sounds like: "10 Rillington Place."
In this house, which gives Wall wall with Margarita, despite being so small was also shared and how! Because the owner murdered his tenants and buried in the tiny, dingy garden. You managed to discovered the cake, blame another tenant who hanged. All this mess came to find out later, but the death penalty had already been abolished, the case settled, and the criminal went scot-free.
When I was there I knew nothing of the case. That widening, rather than square, was limited compared to the houses by a dark bridge that the train passed, with some of his gloomy eyes closed stores or stores. The bridge marked one end of the market of Porto Bello. That market
mainly remember a detail almost negligible, but in a great metaphysical value. This is a very skinny old Indian who had a tiny set of perfumes. And I figured that was Indian in a turban he was wearing. That was only a small beige scarf barely enough to belt her little head. But it was a metaphysical scarf covering her head because of one man unveiled as an Indian. And being Indian, conversely, that scarf was elevated to the category of turban.
Commenting on this recently with Henry, Margarita's husband, told me that perfectly remembered the Indian, who had seen many times in his little office, where it seems that sold very little.
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