Weak battery

Twelve hours. It was dose. Even before 12h. The first signs, or lack of them, were easy to detect. The impossibility of making a refresh on social networks or the symbol of the message for delivery launched the first alerts.

Despite the breaks, it was possible to communicate enough to understand that it was a general problem. And that dragged on to the Iberian Peninsula. By the way, which started in the neighboring Spain.

And suddenly there were neighbors.

With lunch time approaching and the vast majority of mobile phones reduced to the lantern function-with the battery threatening their use at the time when we needed it-we were forced to connect to the available network. The neighbor across the door, the street, in the cafes, in the park.

With scarce information and equally limited access, the situation dragged on.

The bell or a simple knock on the door with the nodes on their fingers replaced the sound of notifications.

The international conjuncture and the lack of warnings contributed to feeding the feeling of panic that led to the race to supermarkets and convenience stores.

A look through the window was enough to feel the difference in the other Mondays. But on foot or in the chaos of traffic, with rolls of toilet paper under the arm or canned for two weeks in the luggage, the agenda remained. And walked to its end. In the usual tip time the movement was scarce.

It was beginning to get weak the cell phone battery was still plenty of light. As it would be expected. We remembered the neighbors. Even when we are weeks trying to avoid dividing the elevator. It was nonetheless ironic, but it was also true either.

Fell at night. We started a mental logistics, after all, the situation was already taking longer than someone could imagine.

By this time the sky and its tones gained protagonism. It was admirable, but perhaps it wasn’t just today, we just hadn’t given him yet.

The grabs should be rested, thinking that they could even do the washed bed with rolls of toilet paper. Others could only keep the hope that a neighbor had been one of them and could make the special favor in case of need.

We remained dependent on Spanish neighbors to solve the problem while conspiring themselves about the eventuality of being a greater evil.

Desperation increased after the night came in, but once again the neighbors were there. They clapped and shouted, with an enthusiasm that he let: the light had come back.

And between updates, messages and calls, it finished Monday at this time, already as the other…