n those longing times, the youth policeman Arquimedes paraded elegant and jaunty, with the uniform blue tergal, adorned of brilliant buttons, adorned with a white pomp cordon, gaiters of the same color on black shoes, white gloves seizing long sword, fixed in belt of thick leather, closed with inserted gold buckle.Strip of green-yellow silk adorned of metallic flags, of the languages spoken by the policemen interpreters. A lot of pomp and success among the women.

He seemed a traveling Christmas tree. Ah! Longing Guard Civil of São Paulo, the elite of the sixties. Produced " like this ", policeman Arquimedes was required for a special police duty, in a very chic club. Party of the new English consul's reception in São Paulo. Living room of parties luxurious, crystal glosses shining as diamonds, red velvet covering armchairs, Persian rugs and towels linen with lace-trimmed on the tables. A lot of English porcelain, slavonian cups of brilliant crystals, with drunk multicolored. Elegant waiters, orchestra playing, couples dancing. Finally, a luxury only.

In this climate Arquimedes and your companion Josafá, of long days, penetrated the party place and they were posted in a corner of the living room. Correct posture of welded sentry: phlegmatic, erect, silent and absolutely immobile. He remembered, in that instant, of the little chicken cakes ingested at the bar and he felt their frenzied and anxious jumps to free of the terrible abdominal colics. Frozen perspiration wetting the face, running for the feverish backs. He needed to evacuate urgent, avoiding a larger evil to happen. He ran for bathroom of the servants: small, dirty, without light, without cover, very different of bathroom (WC) of the elite people, although the excrements are the same and level all the social classes. They stink of the same way.

In the dark and dirty cubicle, the soldier's battle undressing of the uniform, pomp, belt, revolver and sword. He arose in the vase to avoid contamination. The pants and the briefs fell, the tunic was opened, the revolver was safe in the hand and the long bomb discolored by the diarrhea it followed your final goal. Arquimedes was recomposed and he returned happy and alleviated to the living room. He didn't outline it, crossed for the center and found strange the guests' behavior. They stand back, perplexed and they gave up him fast the passage. Alarmed, with frenzied gestures, the companion Josafá asked for hurry and he told him:

- " Arquimedes, for God's sake, return fast to the bathroom, because your sword is all dirty of feces" The policeman looked at the sword and noticed that her metal sheet was whole sprinkled and decorated with the fecal mud. Because it is, in the darkness, he had forgotten to lift the sword. Arquimedes returned for the bathroom, tried to light the electric bulb, but he only found unattached threads, tried to united them but the light was not made (Non Fiat Lux), just a small one and filled with smoke short circuit. Arquimedes cleaned how he could his sword in the little corridor and then returned to the living room (party).

Total darkness. Confusion reigning. Terrified musicians keeping instruments, waiters seeking candles and the " maítre " raged violently curses for the " irresponsible invisible man", who caused that chaos. Arquimedes was not excused, saved the skin, escaping quickly from there.

The Consul's party finished. The discouraged Arquimedes swore that never more, never again in your life, he would eat " centennial " little delicious chicken cakes in the bars of this life...

(Story published in the Magazine " Poder Grisalho " of CEVATI - Center of Valorization of the Third Age " of São Paulo. Reviewed no.. 20, year II, May of 2001 Page 59).

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