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	<title>the Buenos Aires Review &#187; Rosario Hubert</title>
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		<title>Natanael’s Notebook</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Rosario Hubert]]></dc:creator>
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<p style="text-align: right;">Veronica Stigger
translated by Ramon Stern and Chris Meade</p>
<p>Opalka entered the small room in his son Natanael’s house and walked to the window, under which was a square wooden table, one of its sides pressed against the wall. On top of the table was a legal pad with a hard red cover, closed, a pot of ink—also red—and a pen. He sat down on the straw chair and opened the journal, where the following had been written:</p>
<p>Making an old book
a book of voyages
with pages that unfold</p>
<p>The story will start in a big city
—in a metropolis—
or by the sea</p>
<p>It will be the story of a lone man
an old man
a tired man</p>
<p>The man will be about sixty years old
wear a three-piece suit and two-tone shoes
and he’ll have a chimpanzee</p>
<p>His chimpanzee will be huge
the same size as my character
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<p style="text-align: right;"><em>Veronica Stigger</em><br />
<em>translated by Ramon Stern and Chris Meade</em></p>
<p>Opalka entered the small room in his son Natanael’s house and walked to the window, under which was a square wooden table, one of its sides pressed against the wall. On top of the table was a legal pad with a hard red cover, closed, a pot of ink—also red—and a pen. He sat down on the straw chair and opened the journal, where the following had been written:</p>
<p>Making an old book<br />
a book of voyages<br />
with pages that unfold</p>
<p>The story will start in a big city<br />
—in a metropolis—<br />
or by the sea</p>
<p>It will be the story of a lone man<br />
an old man<br />
a tired man</p>
<p>The man will be about sixty years old<br />
wear a three-piece suit and two-tone shoes<br />
and he’ll have a chimpanzee</p>
<p>His chimpanzee will be huge<br />
the same size as my character<br />
tall and strong like a Scandinavian</p>
<p>It will have light gray fur<br />
(and no one come bother me, saying<br />
that chimpanzees don’t have light gray fur</p>
<p>If I want my chimpanzee<br />
to have light gray fur<br />
it will)</p>
<p>Its fur will be smooth and shiny<br />
like a shaggy rug<br />
the kind they only have in the South</p>
<p>It will have slanted eyes<br />
sparkly and blue<br />
like those of my character</p>
<p>The man and the chimpanzee will be great friends<br />
(perhaps lovers)<br />
and sleep in the same room</p>
<p>The chimpanzee will have a double bed<br />
and the man, a conventional single<br />
And there will be no woman in the story</p>
<p>The two will be very attached<br />
will go to the general store together<br />
to the market</p>
<p>to plazas<br />
restaurants<br />
the movies</p>
<p>the dentist<br />
(the chimpanzee will have a gold tooth)<br />
and to the hairdresser</p>
<p>who will care with the same devotion<br />
for the man’s blonde hair<br />
and the chimp’s light gray fur</p>
<p>One day the man will need to travel<br />
He’ll have dreamed that there is a secret<br />
that must be revealed</p>
<p>—the secret of his origins<br />
hidden in a small wooden box<br />
with a mother of pearl lid—</p>
<p>The secret will be on the other side of the country<br />
of this immense country<br />
that he believes to be his</p>
<p>He’ll take a train<br />
—no!—<br />
he’ll take a ship</p>
<p>A Brazil Lloyd steamer<br />
where time will pass slowly<br />
and the man will think he’s drifting toward hell</p>
<p>The chimp won’t be allowed to go<br />
“It will be a long, unpleasant journey<br />
I wouldn’t put you through it.”</p>
<p>But the chimp will not listen<br />
He’ll lock himself in a trunk<br />
without the man noticing</p>
<p>Arriving at his destination<br />
the man will open his baggage<br />
and see the chimpanzee</p>
<p>inside the trunk<br />
doubled over<br />
in the fetal position</p>
<p>head tilted up<br />
eyes closed<br />
mouth open</p>
<p>in its rigid hands<br />
a small wooden box<br />
with a mother of pearl lid</p>
<p>He’ll fall to his knees<br />
beside the trunk<br />
holding the chimpanzee with all his might</p>
<p>His head will fall<br />
over the corpse<br />
of his best friend</p>
<p>His blond hairs will mix in<br />
with the light gray fur—once lovely and alive<br />
now dull and lifeless</p>
<p>The writing—rounded, almost childish, with big letters slanting gently to the left—was suddenly interrupted. A dark red spot spread across the page, forming a strange shape reminiscent of a corpse laid out on the ground. Stunned, Opalka closed the notebook, got up, and left the room.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">* *</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>Read this <a href="http://www.buenosairesreview.org/2013/05/o-caderno-de-natanael-gl/">in Portuguese</a></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">* *</p>
<p><em>Image: <a href="http://www.magneticlaboratorium.com/" target="_blank">Marisela LaGrave</a></em></p>
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