LIFT

One of the first winter days.


A woman walks into her building’s elevator and, as usual, gets a bit lightheaded even before it starts. She's happy that no one got in for this time. It's supposed to go up straight to the 5th floor where she lives, but stops in the second one and a guy gets in. It’s rare to have someone going up a Sunday morning, she thinks. Usually people go up to pay the landlord on week days.The lift stops and opens its door in the middle of the 4th and 5th floor, just when she was approaching the door. It’s broken, again. And there is no possibility on going out through the little ray of light showing both floors.The doorkeeper calls to the old phone inside the cabin and lets them know that the company is going to fix it in half an hour.
“Is not so bad”, the stranger says, while he sits in the floor and puts a pair of headphones.
Anouk sits in one corner relieved of not having to sustain a conversation at 8:30 am all tired after a morning run. Calls the janitor just to be sure it will only take half an hour to fix it. Señor Medina in his particular well-mannered and horny way to speak to her says they are on their way.
After a few minutes of looking at her legs, thinking again about why women should wax if it hurts so much; the guy puts one of the headphones in her ear, without even asking, but very slowly, so she wouldn’t resist. She immediately recognizes the song “And the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbour, and she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers”.