The heritage

Jesús Quintanilla Osorio.

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Título: The heritage
Autor: Jesús Quintanilla Osorio.
Etiquetas: Heritage, friends, peace, christmas day

Editor: Jesús Quintanilla Osorio
Fecha de creación: 11 de octubre de 2022

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The heritage

HERITAGE

BY JESUS QUINTANILLA OSORIO.

Klaus Vincent's arrival, the
 previously unknown Greenlandic character with the richest tradition of his
 nation, had arrived in Paris in the middle of the comments of the Press that at
 the beginning of the century, 1803, suggested the existence of large
 inheritance to the heir son of Klaus. In its extensive genealogy, knowledgeable
 on the subject, assured There were all kinds of kings and princes
 trasmitiéndose a legacy of exorbitant sums.

And home he held upon his
 arrival in the Old City of Light, moving to anyone who would like to feel that
 thinking was a very wealthy man and full of riches.

So when the famous thieves
 and La Pierre Santin Other brother read in the eighth page of the cover as
 special news, immediately began to be thought of so fabulous sum amount.

"Have you read the
 paper this morning, others?" He asked Santin.

From the bathroom and with
 his usual temper, others will said almost curtly.

"Any bright ideas? From
 the house robberies Mar no we were lucky "

"This time it sounds
 different, brother ... It Greenlandic"

"What is that? Is not
 Greenland a large piece of ice no more to ice ...? What is special about this
 guy? Icebergs?? "

"You're unbearably
 pessimistic, Demas. Come, now is the coffee "

Other entered the room
 visibly upset, as all morning, as if he weighed be part of this world.

"It is that, as always,
 remember to Dad, and I think not arrived or heels "

"Well, my brother, that
 father was a prosperous merchant and us few common thieves, not mean much ...
 We could have been like him, but you see We ignored the grandmother ... ",
 and hated himself for remembering Santín other Once an episode that
 increasingly saddened them more

Pasarel had last year at a
 home for destitute, when the mother of his parent, he drove to the house to
 find a successful robbery near to the family home.

"They're good for
 nothing slobs, boys, and must scoot sooner! "

Obviously, the reaction was
 so hard, because there was something more involved.

His father had bequeathed a
 large sum, provided to remain at home until 21. Taking Santín 17 and

Other 20, the proximity of
 his inheritance, made his eyes shine wicked grandmother, Doña

Prosperous very recalcitrant
 in its apparent He promised to take care of him until his death ...

"Do not worry Santin,
 and find a good pension to live the rest of our days ... When it runs out
 money, there is always rich houses to steal "

And since then, lived
 dedicated to the "business" with a master such that the Parisian
 police ignored his MO by the perfection of their "work".

Habíanse made several
 hundred francs and suspended its activities until the Cline family jewels again
 attracted them like bees to honey.

It was a complete failure. A
 strange alarm, mechanical surely activated home safety, and escaped by a
 miracle from being apprehended.

From that moment, the danger
 frightened them, and did not resume its work in several months.

However, the waste of good
 dinners with sparkling wines, and the presence of some female company
 good-looking, they consumed their reservas.Así that since a fortnight ago, were
 on the hunt good news.

Therefore, due Santín
 rejoice at the announcement of the arrival of Mr. Klaus.

It provided the opportunity
 to return to their old ways without many dangers.

Surely the man would have a
 minimum servitude, required to travel from their distant country, and still
 should not be too difficult to penetrate.

"We must try, others
 ... is a unique opportunity.

All thieves should be
 lurking Paris, to stay with this heritage "

Other sipped his coffee cup
 and pounded to almost make shattered with such severe blow.

"Forget it, must have
 special guard"

"Do not be pessimistic,
 brother, man is a foreigner. No has no idea of pickpockets working the old
 Paris ... We  to benefit ... Trust me,
 man "

Santin always made him
 laugh.

morality, disguising her
 dark feelings, after small glasses as solid gold adorned like her for wrongdoing
 insatiable.

Protests were useless youth,
 and suddenly it saw in the street, with a couple of suitcases and just a few
 francs in the bag.

"What do
 brother?", The plaintive voice of him Santín departed soul.

It was one
 of the qualities of his brother. Even in hardest times, when to throw a crumb
 mouth was a feat, the youngest of them, he spent a joke to temperance tempers
 somewhat crestfallen. "There's little brother, you always so fun"
 "Life is very beautiful, brother, must not be missed with sadness and
 depression "

"Here, let me see that
 you have called the attention" and took the newspaper clipping with
 gestures rather stiff.

"Vincent Klaus"

"So called Demas, is
 seen to be a very, very rich "

"That seems ... Would
 you like to have the details?"

"That's it, man!"

And, "take the
 details" was always the beginning of a job.

Other entrusting it to his
 brother the easy part, spy from near the site of the next visit, while he,
 disguised as a beggar, investigating in detail ways to enter unseen.

They engaged with his usual
 professionalism to investigate all the strengths and weaknesses of such an
 undertaking, and at the end of the week, when I had a detailed plan, and
 friendship

of one of the newly hired
 servants, which incidentally unaware that the pair of smart lawyers who regaled
 with flowers and details were really very skilled thieves experts in costume
 and makeup, to go unnoticed in that neighborhood.

"We already have the
 details, brother, it's time to set the date, "Demas said triumphantly.

The fall came to an end.

It was on December 21 of
 that year.

Just be missing days to
 finish 1803.

They would have only one
 chance.

A magical opportunity.

The night before the
 planned,  December 22, tasted their last
 pennies on a juicy meat and a little white wine.

"For tomorrow's
 success, Santin!" And happily provided.

The morning announced,
 neither breakfasted.

Only black coffee without
 sugar. It was time to concentrate on details. "You put the scale in the
 handbag"

"Now you tell me three
 times ... I will not forget"

"Are you sure?"

"Calm down brother,
 this will go off without a hitch"

And spent the day between
 lectures and circling the room as a pair of caged lions.

As night fell, and disguise,
 they approached the house Klaus.

With the scale, managed to
 cross the high wall of the magnificent mansion. According to plans, the room
 where the safe seguardaba, was a few feet from the living room.

"It's very small,"
 he had said Marie, never suspecting nothing.

In the
 living room, Demas waved his little brother to point out the little door of the
 fund. They went to stay miniaturized. The smell of pine was deafening, as if it
 was stored there one forest. "Must be some fragrance Greenland"

"Sshh ... Hush, Santin,
 can hear us"

And slid gently to the
 little room. Accustomed to working in low light, soon distinguished silhouetted
 contour of the box. "It's time to work," said Demas.

From a small bag, took out
 some tools and readied to open the Hulk, heavy and gray, which should contain a
 good sum.

"You watch, brother, I
 do not want to be surprised" And Santín approached the door.

Other worked about twenty
 minutes, and announced.

"I'm about to
 open"

At that time, a very strong
 luminosity opened throughout stay. Fear overcame them.

It seemed the day, and it
 was after one in the morning.

The box was opened. A figure
 suddenly appeared in the middle of the room.

"Did you think I would
 have a lot of money?" Said a voice, soft, fitted with a special kindness.

"Lord ... Klaus, I suppose,
 must apologize ... The Desperation is a bad counselor "

The man laughed, as if
 amused response.

"Do not worry, it was
 time to come"

The man walked up to the box
 and pulled out a rolled paper the sole occupant of this.

"This is my
 legacy," he said. "Is the title of a large field, perhaps a mansion?
 Please tell us, at least we will have to talk about in our cold cell ",
 Santin asked.

"None of that, guys ...
 I know who you are you ... I also know about her father and grandmother ... The
 poor ignorant grandchildren so special that it has "

They stared at each other.

"Special! What do we
 have of special? We are a couple of thieves as many in Paris, "said Demas.

"Not like all, brother,
 are more famous", wanted to make Santin clear.

"No, boys, you do not
 know why it Sit down and say ... I will read this little roll " And after
 removing unrolled a red ribbon as a seal.

"... Exalted genealogy,
 you should continue the work of show the world with these gifts that God has
 given us the best gift to become a man and die on the cross for us ... Every
 gift carries the message to each child existence of God  as the Savior of man ... and signs, Stanilaus
 Klaus, my father "

"So you are ...",
 Santin said in amazement.

"Santa Klaus, friends,
 I am the last Santa Claus, and I announce to man the sublime gift of God ...
 will not forget I am the messenger, Jesus Christ is the message "

"This further
 aggravates our sin, Mr. Klaus, let leave and he vowed never to steal, look for
 a decent work ... Please, "begged Santin.

"I beg you to at least
 let my brother go, and if you want, jail me to me, I will not deny anything,
 "said Demas.

"If you already have a
 job, so I told them that my assistants are expected ... "

Immediately, they became a
 pair of colorful pages. "They should accompany the North Pole ... You
 announce my pixies arrival already working to end the many gifts that will distribute
 throughout the world, as show of good will toward men. "

Demas and Santin laughed
 happily and gratefully had found his true heritage.

Jesús Quintanilla Osorio

Escritor mexicano, nacido en San Cristóbal las Casas Chiapas. Premio internacional de ensayo periodismo en Limaclara Argentina y premio nacional de dramaturgia en México. Colaborador de Revista Migraciones forzadas y la revista francesa Le chassieur abstrait.

Jesús Quintanilla Osorio

Escritor mexicano, nacido en San Cristóbal las Casas Chiapas. Premio internacional de ensayo periodismo en Limaclara Argentina y premio nacional de dramaturgia en México. Colaborador de Revista Migraciones forzadas y la revista francesa Le chassieur abstrait.