The last time I experienced a storm with Elena was a few months in the apartment I had rented in Salamanca. Elena is my favorite sister, not for nothing is the only one I have. Like most people who share a brotherly relationship, we find ourselves fun teasing each other. My sister knows that I have fear of thunder, no matter who we get home collected. I think I would dread even though he was in an underground shelter.
That day in question, in a burst of ingenuity and implementation of scientific knowledge (those that developed and matured, will make travel beyond Earth's atmosphere in the future), he found a method to get more twisted nerve .
We were both sitting on the couch green living: at one end, I curled up covered with a blanket of beige boxes, and the other, she had her back facing the window overlooking the street.
After a while, close both fists and began to lift the fingers of both hands, one by one, each passing second, counting the delay between the flash of lightning appeared and the sound of it. And depending on how many fingers have moved, multiplied that number by the speed of sound in air (343 km / sec), and, singing a macabre gesture Countdown: 5 km, 4 km, 3 km, 2 km .... Meanwhile, I tried to cover up the head with the blanket, with that mechanism naive and innocent children is to bring "not seen" to "the disappearance of the problem."
From the armchair that was one meter away, another tenant was watching the scene with curiosity, looking away from the crazy head covered up, the girl stretching fingers evil smile.
Finally, to my rest, there came a time when the growing number of seconds added to my peace, the storm passed, "with what my sister lost interest in the" game. "
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