The Municipal Police had asked for "once more tranquility", calm, understanding the town hall forces that "for young people it is a very important moment" that of the end of Selectivity (now, the EvAU) although the Central Security Unit, the Canine and the Drones had mobilized. And the calm lasted too long seeing the newspaper archives.
The mouth of the Ciudad Universitaria Metro was a vomitory that vomited (sic) not only students back from the Chinese from Moncloa, but also talluditos called to Bacchic cults and other fauna, in flip-flops, whose delinquent obstinacy was noticeable in the form of look at the presumed prey.
E. V. C., traditional watchman of that station of the underground network, had already warned that in June, "as soon as they open their hands", we were going to "have a party".
And so it was, but very relatively. Because the massive bottle forecast was in scorching temperatures, and a kind security car from Complutense almost begging to leave the lawn in front of Right. The SUV car, slowly, was cleaning the same thing from suspicious dipsomaniacs: the green one. The meadow.
Jaime and Cristóbal told the chronicler, loudly and in chorus, something about "we have come to get drunk" and that in San Juan "the books will burn." Her voice wasn't sloppy, but it was hoarse. They had asked for a few liters through an 'app', but in their case it was more the euphoria than the blood alcohol concentration that they exhaled. Architecture wanted to study one (Jaime) and Philosophy, another (Cristóbal): a strange couple, shorts, of the same strangeness of a happy day that would end up getting complicated with some vomiters and closing in La Riviera, where there were cakes to enter. Over 18, of course.
On Complutense Avenue, the shadow was listed. And the bag of a well-known supermarket was the protagonist, which passed and did not pass in front of two agents who, in view of the heat wave, did what has been called a blind eye in the environments of the Selectivity. And in others.
He did smell of Amsterdam in the little garden in front of Law, where he came back to go, see and witness the end of the EvAU and its festivities; there where Diego and his friends, some acknowledging not having done the EvAU —and with no manifest will to do it in life— played and hesitated with the journalists to spend the afternoon. "Scholars" they called the press boys in an insult that sounded more like a compliment. Some wanted to study Art, another wanted to convey to the reader that "the English exam was a scoundrel" (in truth, he did not say scoundrel, but a thicker and more commonly used adjective).
Right there Manuel, taking a drag on the 'seasoned artifact', considered himself a teetotaler and presumed that the EvAU grade was going to give him to be a "firefighter with a degree in Law".
Perhaps the dispersion, at least in the area of the University City and its surroundings, was the usual trend. Luis, in his fifties in shorts, commented to the clerk in the cafés at the Metro station that she was going "to her house before" she got involved.
It was (Luis) and there was nothing.