What are you doing here, in the middle of these?

"That night, when we entered the house." He saw that cobwebs had formed all over the house, in semi-tropical areas: tarantulas abound. But that is not the case.

"I'll clean tomorrow," today I have to determine which room to spend the night in, of course there wasn't much to choose from.

She chose to rest in the same room as her older brother, and she lay down on her double bed, she was the most comfortable in the place, but that I repeat was not the point. But what came at dawn.

"What do I see coming?" Bierny told himself.

He was lying down, and with his eyes closed; But even so he saw that by the Aries at the height of his feet and at a distance of two meters, above the air: a flock of bulls and cows came, chewing hard and raising dust in their rapid walk.

Behind and on the cattle, a black spot was visualized whose ends simulated the serpentine hair of a woman and in effect suddenly the grotesque face of a witch was seen, whose threatening look, added to a sepulchral voice that cursed Bierny, saying:

"You won't be able to fight me!"

-These are mine!

Bierny, experienced in cases like these, of witchcraft and demonic attack. With two simple words spoken in faith. He knocked the vision out of the air, along with his hideous evil being.

The next day he looked for his older brother and proposed another business.

"Haber tell me what you propose," he said, "To go back to my house?"

"I want to know what you need to get back?" Bierny asked.

"I am in debt and need to repair my sewing machine and pay a debt of $ 3,500." His older brother answered.

"Well, I can't cover the debt, but I can afford to repair your sewing machine." Bierny said, "on the condition that you go home." I tell you that there is nothing that can prevent you from returning and all debt is paid.

"Well, just do it," "And I'll be back!"

Suddenly, all the owners of the roosters began to come in the following days, knowing that the "proud" guardian would no longer be available because he must attend to his own business.

They did not even allow him to use the corral any more and asked him to vacate as quickly as possible.

Several days passed from that event. And again the previous process about the supernatural vision was repeated, but this time with the same people involved, but in another premeditated scenario.

You cannot, like this you cut: 'the crest, the guides…' the fighting rooster make him lose the habit of fighting. The rooster will fight until the last breath of his life.

The same happens in the temperament of the gallero, who despite the abnormal experiences that happens, will continue to try "his luck for him."

What is behind this practice is the invocation of spirits of death and pacts of blood.

-Go! He insisted, —his brother, his May—: accompany your father and your brothers to the cockfight, it will be a time for them to see you together and then if you don't like "being there," you go home. What do you say? Can you come with us?

Bierny, normally does not usually explain these things to those freed from him, rather he takes care of them for a reasonable time, to see some adjustment and to rule out signs of keeping something of what was ...

He had a few minutes to get to the place. Practically, the third fight was going to take place; And as there is a certain pause of preparation of the roosters in their respective spaces with their trainer and bettors who make spells, cabal and tricks on them, saying: 'you win because you win if the blood of the other rooster is not spilled it will be yours, and then you we will eat in broth. '

That is the only way to taste: a fighting rooster, because its skin, exposed to hard training, hardens, plus the pills: for pain, bleeding, and ointments, to which the rooster is exposed, prior to the fights.

To the Coliseo de Gallos, the term: 'closed' is added, since its area is an undulating circle backwards and upwards, like the bleachers of a sports venue.

And only when the bets are closed does the fight begin, be it one minute or a maximum of five minutes, for fights with sharp spurs; one on each leg; just covering a toe of the rooster.

Razor fights are faster, almost over, as in the first flight of the opponent, who, in practice, cuts his opponent's neck by flying over him and by throwing two kicks, which end up cutting deeply; the poor animal ends up bled, with no chance of recovery.

Something was different that time, in the middle of a fight, selected the opponents, they retired outside the area of ​​the coliseum, towards the sheds and the gallero ritual begins: they smear with pain creams, then they clean the spur finger that simulates a stake and they place on it a spur with a metal base and an ivory or bull horn tip, the sharpest, one for each leg ...

In this period of time, some usually place in the stands that simulate the seats; itself is a circular concrete pour. To his roosters as a form of adaptation prior to the fight.

I place myself in the second circle from the entrance; the coliseums of roosters are made in recesses or large pits, dug whose walls are filled with seating circles.

From the fighting field below, which is filled with sand to view the fight smoothly, then comes two floodgates that cut each seating circle in two. Each gate continues to form a stairway up and out of the Coliseo de Gallos.

There are plenty of fight options this time around, and several roosters left in the empty stands in the intermission of preparation for the next fight.

It has not been 3 minutes after I have sat down, when a strong wind enters the Closed Coliseum and I observe that it is cold and cockade the body and makes the beautiful arms firm.

Suddenly each rooster begins to turn and look at me; they make a strange sound, that noise when they prepare to fight which implies that they are going to push themselves to take a great leap over their opponent.

Oh, surprise! The pressure of that deliberate act is felt, the wind circulates again, wrapping my face and suddenly, a voice is heard:

"What are you doing here in the middle of these?"

"I understood that it was not a simple warning, but a severe reprimand."

—I greeted the relatives, and with a quick excuse, I withdrew slowly from the place to the exit door; then I continued at a brisk pace.

"I would never ask what happened?"

-Why?

"Well, I would have to answer: What are you doing here, in the middle of these?"