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the miracle of disappearing her from
my mobile home.
Some daring inhabitants, trusting the
fence that isolated the circus from the
rest of the town, started gathering at
a safe distance to see the loose lion.
Someone suggested, screaming, to
call the fire department, another one
suggested calling the police, and
there was even a less prudent one
(from my point of view, in this compro-
mising situation) who called for the
presence of television cameras at the
scene.
On the other side of the trailer, the
side that faced toward the inside of
the circus and the fence surrounding it,
the tamer was trying to convince the
lion to go into the open cage, while
the owner of the circus wouldn’t stop
yelling “Ivan, solve this immediately!”
As the minutes passed, I could not
stop thinking about how much more
time could be left before the movie the
knife thrower was watching ended,
thinking about the fragile fate of the
thread my life was hanging on.
Ivan took about ten minutes to domi-
nate the feline. Once he had done
this, the first thing he did was open
the door to my trailer to make sure I
was fine.
For him to open the door, to see
Jennifer and me inside, and to un-
derstand the situation was one thing.
With the mastery gained from a life-
spent running, he took a blanket and,
wrapping the Hungarian’s girlfriend
around it, he took her out of the trailer
in front of everyone, praising my cour-
age for saving her from the lion by
taking her into my trailer.
An hour later, it was the blonde’s boy-
friend who was knocking at my door.
He had just arrived from the theater
and had heard about everything
that happened. When I opened the
door, the Hungarian was supporting
his weight by putting one hand over
one of the sides of the doorframe. His
head was resting, almost lowered,
as though he had been defeated by
pain, or fury, while his other hand
held an enormous, shiny knife. Once
again, I felt my legs stop supporting
me and, as I fell forward, toward the
knife thrower, I could see how his
hand went up and I felt a sharp, cold
blade piercing the skin and the flesh
around my ribs.
The ones that managed to see the
ending told me that the man, trying to
hold me up and almost disturbed by
his impression that the life of his loved
one had been in danger, raised his
hand to help me and, without realiz-
ing it, cut me with the dagger he was
carrying.
Some months have gone by since that
incident. I still see Jennifer discretely
on some Mondays. I have stopped
cleaning cages to become a tamer’s
apprentice with Ivan and, from one of
the walls of my small house hangs, as
an offense to decency, the best gold
and silver knife that the Hungarian
used to stab me, unintentionally, and
which had been intended as a gift for
saving his girlfriend’s life.
Model: Lola Bisette
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