Prezadores readers: This story has brief references to previous tale (The Girl of the hold), then the reading in sequence would be more fruitful. But the winds of Martinique is a tale with life itself and is on your choice to read the stories in order or not.
We can start the plot in a hotel with a beach on a beautiful day when the tourists enjoy the pool. A perfect day includes the holiday of Jean Francois. This old employee of the Court of Auditors of Monaco was alone, trying to calm this island amid the palm trees and pleasant gardens of charming hotel.
- Claude, here to seek peace so desired - said in a telephone call to his friend diplomat.
- I enjoy the coolness of the beach. Here in Cartagena, the weather is hot.
- Nothing can take away my peace.
- How long you stay there?
- A couple of months at least.
- It will take away your peace. I will be there to trust you a job.
- I'm on vacation, Claude.
- Pay £ 12000.00.
- I have just come back from vacation, Claude. What?
- Seeking to invest in a hotel in the region. Need a consultant in economics and finances. I need to know what the most profitable of the island, analyzing estimates of demand, can increase the flow of tourists and guests to capture the competition.
- Do I hope in my hotel.
Claude landed at the airport of Fort-de-France, Martinique. The facts of Cartagena did reassess the diplomatic career (read The girl's basement, Pedro Boeira: Xangri-A, 2008), leading it to seek new investment. A hotel in Martinique it was good, very good.
- Bonjour, Jean Francois.
- Comment ça va, Claude?
- Great! I hope that even better after our work here.
- Check a roadmap for five days to know the beaches where there is available land.
- Let us start now.
While Jean Francois had documents to justify an investment in the overseas French tourist, Claude swing themselves into a network stuck to coconut trees, near the Caribbean Sea flaring. The wind increased, shaking the surrounding area. In a lapse between a nap and another, found a strong white light in the window of the hotel's top floor. Let's say it was a dream.
- Come on, Claude?
- Where?
- At the hotel.
- Are we in the hotel.
- At our hotel.
- To ...?
- Are more slowly than ever, ¿eh? Let the hotel to discuss the data collected today.
- D'accord.
The clouds take the sky from Fort-de-France in a phantasmagorical image.
- Bienvenue à l'hôtel.
Gathered in a small room.
- The results show that the infrastructure of the region and the strong contracts between the government of Martinique with major travel operators are considerable opportunities, e. .. Claude?
- Yes?
- Are more apart from Baghdad. What do you occur?
- The clouds.
- Yes, formations are caused by the evaporation of water. What is the clouds, Claude?
- You look beautiful?
- Too, Claude. We can continue?
- Sure.
The feelings of fear and comfort come together when Claude watching the movement of clouds. Via horrifying images and comforting. He went to his apartment hotel without having saved a word of the information observed by Jean Francois. On the third floor of this grand hotel, Claude lie down on your queen size and sleep. In the middle of sleep, saw a picture behind the glass door of the balcony. The movement in the intrigue, seems be looking for a contact. Then, returning to sleep, not noticing anything more when it awakens.
- What did you think of the opportunities on the beach yesterday visited?
- What opportunities, Jean Francois?
- From business! You came here for that, right?
- Maybe.
- Strips me of my vacation days to work and get all avoado?
- I was thinking in the clouds. They want to be able to communicate with me through the door of the balcony?
- Piraste of time.
- You say ...?
- Comment on the opportunities that this island has for your business tour.
- What do you think we should do?
- There is a land that I consider of utmost importance. Stay away from Fort-de-France, but with paved road and you can make a private beach.
They take its course in a rented jeep. The old site was abandoned, with only the waves of the sea meeting with the rocks. Jean graphic analysis of tourism potential in the coming years in Martinique, while Claude walked slowly to the sea, without any concern to assess the ground of an economic point of view.
Since March, Claude could see a building of many floors, one that ripped look if it were built, as was his original plan. It was just his imagination, but the building won colors, glass reflecting light in the morning, panoramic elevators, tourists observing the order and, on the top floor, the curtains moving at a pace equal to the clouds nightly, even as the morning.
- Claude?
- Yes?
- The head somewhere else again?
- Absolutely not. I was imagining the block of concrete and glass that can raise here.
- That seems good. Since arriving at Martinique, it seems that word does not understand half of what I say. See, Claude, the statistics do not lie. There are estimates of 100,000 new tourists per year in the next decade. The hotel capacity of Martinique does not support it, but we can solve this by installing a huge beach resort.
- I like the beach so, abandoned, with the water touching the rocks.
- Okay, sir Nature. You did not ask me to design new business tour?
- He was joking, friendship. I imagine only 570 apartments here in this region.
Claude talked about random numbers. All I had was about the movement of the curtains on the top floor of the hotel that he had imagined. There was a message to him, who knew not decode.
Back to Fort-de-France, and Jean Claude had some important information to the hotel sought to install on the island. Claude was aware of the importance of the business, but denied a meeting to discuss the matter that afternoon. Preferred lie on a network by the sea, searching in dreams, any response to the clouds and curtains of wind that pursued him.
Claude awakened to 18h30min, so the night took their place. The network swing bar in the clouds and curtains of his apartment is shaken, because he had left the door open. It was set in the communication of water evaporated in the sky and him. He returned to the apartment and decided to watch her from the window. Each cloud seemed to have a meaning, although he did not know exactly what.
Claude sat in the armchair of his apartment of hotel and looked fixedly into the clouds and the curtain in the wind. Balloons of festival began to fall out of the roof for the curtain, forming the letters: DRC.
- Who is chasing me? What I want to communicate?
A voice in the background saying: Allez-vous ... Allez-vous ...
- By God, tell me who you are!
- Go ... Go ... The letters ... The balloons ...
Claude had information for the balance of curtains and movement of clouds. I had to go to any place, but did not know which. DRC were the only letters that the balloons formed. Broke into the apartment of Jean.
- Jean, open the door, please!
- What is you, buddy?
- You have noticed that I'm in another universe.
- Yes, commented a few sentences ago that were beyond Baghdad.
- Well I will tell you what happens.
- I know, I understand, most do not want my business advisory services.
- Unfortunately, we can not continue with the project.
- How not? I want my twelve thousand pounds!
- Jean, the matter is very serious.
- OK, forget the money. What has happened?
- Since I came here to Martinique I feel that the clouds and wind want to tell me something.
- I know, you havias I reviewed, but gave no importance. Why now should I give you important?
- I should not tell, but I alone can not solve it. I need someone capable of interpreting a message.
- I am able?
- Of course not, but the only person I know in Martinique.
- Oh, thank you.
- When the line. Well, Jean, fixei me that the curtain was shaken by the wind, while the clouds in the background is moved. At this moment, balloons dropped and gave me a clue: DRC.
- Go to parties. Track what? And what the hell is DRC?
- I do not know what track this is and I do not know who is sending this message, but I know something: we have to get out of Martinique.
- Who told you that?
- After the fall of balloons, I heard a voice telling me serious, bottom, "Allez-vous." That is, we have to go, just do not know where.
- Let's say we descubramos to where we should go. What do we do in this place?
- I do not know. I hope that the balloons give me that answer.
- And how this will happen?
- There is only one way. I need to look at the curtains in the wind.
- I do not understand anything of what happens, but I understand that you are different. A former diplomat, now a businessman, can not leave slaughtered by little. And you're beaten. That statement of fact happened, despite the foreign elements are: wind, curtain, balloons and voices from the afterlife. When you think the balloons will give a new signal?
- I can not know. But we have to stay in Fort-de-France to find everything and then get out of here.
- The project to build hotel?
- We left for later. I believe that some of Martinique in the former slave is sending a signal.
- Former slave?
- The voices may come from outside that world, the world of the dead. You know well that had slavery in Martinique, just see the formation of ethnic residents.
- Is a hypothesis, but what he wants this former slave?
- Only the balloons will say ... Or the voices ... Or the curtain ... Or the wind ... Nothing is certain as of now, Jean.
- I feel I regret that I must believe that.
The idea of the business tour was canceled. Jean gets involved in suspense, though somewhat skeptical, and it was no longer possible to discuss how new hosts 100,000 tourists a year in Martinique. But what to do in Fort-de-France? Wait offering some clown balloons in the form of letters, saying that meant the DRC and the reason for leaving the Martinique?
And Jean Claude was forwarded to the hotel bar. Based on a cocktail of rum and cocoa, the two discussed the direction of confusing stay in Martinique. Claude was a diplomat until the moment he left Cartagena (see The story of Miss hold) and Jean was on holiday in Martinique. Claude seeking new business to drop the diplomatic career, but now had no career, unless the researcher of clouds and winds communicative.
- Jean, my life is hell of a mess.
- And you're trying to make me too, is not it?
- But that lack of trust! I just tried not to experience this pineapple alone. I wanted to pretend that there were no balloons are communicating with me? I wanted to continue without understanding patavina than you I say about the statistics and forecasts for our former tourist hotel business?
- I.
- Do not believe it. I bet you anything darias to see a clown balloons spreading the curtain of the apartment indicating that steps below.
- I confess that I am coming to believe that.
The doors of the bar is closed. The music of circus dominated the environment. The curtains were discussed, the wind was strong.
- It is a signal, Jean! It is a sign!
The other occupants of the bar were sucked through the earth. There was only Jean Claude and the music of circus and all the wind. The balloons fell to the hills and accommodates on the ground, while a few balloons were suspended in front of a window, forming a message:
Leopoldville.
- I do not doubt, Jean. I know where we will!
- Tell me what you have to do with DRC Leopoldville.
- Leopoldville is the current city of Kinshasa, which in turn is the capital of the DRC - Democratic Republic of Congo.
- Why are we in the Democratic Republic of Congo?
- The only thing missing check.
The bar took its normality, with customers back to their tables, the music of circus already went away, but still left a message for them, from a voice in the distance.
- Allez-vous ... Allez-vous ... Do you need to save me. The next message will wait in the hotel CFA Palace.
Jean Claude and packed their bags, took the first flight to Paris and, from there, following in Kinshasa. Dozens of hours later, landed in the Democratic Republic of Congo. They left the dusty streets of Kinshasa and searched the hotel CFA Palace. By far, saw the sign in strong lights.
- We found our hotel, Claude.
- Which hotel?
- Do not you see the lights?
- Those that say "Death Aliens?"
- My God, two seconds was writing "CFA Palace Hotel"!
- That does not exist, Claude. We came up here because imagine having heard and seen messages. This is something of our imagination.
- The balloons were real, at least for us. Now we will complete this mystery.
CFA at Hotel Palace, the lights returned to normal. They moved into two apartments, overlooking the River Congo. Met at the terrace on the top floor of the hotel, to observe clouds and get some more explanation, the message would end in CFA Palace.
- Claude, which want? Save some former slave?
- Well, in my opinion, this former slave is originally from Congo and was escravizado in Martinique.
- And that relationship we have with that?
- The message arrives.
A huge plane fly over Kinshasa, causing unbearable noise. Vine the direction of Brazzaville, capital of neighboring Republic of Congo, and passed with the engines roaring over the capital of Democratic Republic of Congo. Amid the noise, Jean said:
- The message arrived?
- Maybe it arrived, but did not hear anything!
Past the plane, a small sheet of paper had fallen on the roof of the CFA Palace. Claude read the ticket: with a thousand slaves on a ship, we back our homeland, landed on an island in the Caribbean Sea.
- Okay, Claude, the slaves Congolese want something from us.
The plane passed again, now more noisy, coming from where thousands of balloons. The balloons covered the terrace of the hotel Congalais Palace, suffocating and Jean Claude. Meanwhile, a voice was serious, now closer, shouting:
- You are representatives of French colonialism! You took in the Congo and led us to Martinique! Not only enslave us, but following escravizando our descendants who live there in the Carib!
- Sir Ghost, a correction ...
- Shut up, Claude! Do you think it is nice to see their relatives cane plantations without any conditions of survival? You were the chosen! You will be sacrificed on behalf of the Congolese people! You tyrants French!
- Phantom Lord, we are not French.
- How it not? You speak French and came from southern France!
- We are in Monaco, who, despite being close to France, has sovereignty! Our country is another!
In addition to voice, now appeared a gray cloud, which became man. It was the little slave literate in geography. In his hands, a geographical atlas was consulted.
- You are right! Mônaco não pertence à França!
- Of course we have! Now could, please, remove these balloons off of us?
- Absolutely! Fly back to Martinique! My tataraneta has a lovely inn in the seaside! Look for Géraldine Du Marche.
Jean Claude and took the trip to the Democratic Republic of Congo and sought the mountain gorilla, well away from the capital. Back in Kinshasa, took the flight to Paris and then to Fort-de-France, Martinique.
- I trust you a job, Jean!
- Claude, I'm on vacation!
- I paid £ 15000.00.
- Which beach build our hotel?
Porto Alegre, February and October 2008.
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