Binul was a rock mountain.
A massive stone, planted on the ground as it should. Was immersed in the river only half the one hand to the sky like a little man looked out the window.
Hardly Suraj there laid down his bony ass baby, and every morning waiting for him Binul silent, confident that he would come and Suraj sedervici above. Then he attacked with his questions on TV quiz where Suraj replied, nodding, shaking his head and rubbed his eyes. Binul taught his guest to predict the rain, call by name every insect that gets caught in the cool light of the river, one by one to recognize the birds that flew over the Nepal and pronounce the names of the lunar eclipse.
Suraj never spoke, Binul but knew him company in the long hours of uninterrupted work, as a true friend.
The silence of the stones is a rare thing in Mahadev Besi, in eastern Nepal.
All day ticking stones, as if they were cuckoo clocks.
Suraj is to soak in water for the entire day, if you are hungry bear fruit, but hard in the pockets of trouble if you move there. Must break the stones one by one, make crumbs and stacked in bags.
Then think about his mother and sister to hand them over to the lord of the bricks.
Suraj is the best of all for his age. It's fast, smart, does not say a word. Fears that the chatter distract him by the company. With a makeshift iron chisel tip the dirty Sassetto helpless and disintegrated with a stone beater. The movement of the arm must be perfectly dry. The hand holding the chisel firm and precise. You're never wrong and an inch on his hands there are still all the fingers. It makes a quarter of a bag just in one day. The small bag of course, that of children. But usually it takes ten smashers to fill a whole. Suraj is different, and is a real pleasure to be the stone upon which rests the butt.
Binul was proud. He knew that every morning would Suraj arrived on time at the rising of the sun, the head of the handful of Breakers of the territory.
happened a long day Suraj began to have a little work.
Among the families of the river, it was rumored the idea of \u200b\u200bmoving the camp.
They had very little, many lived in houses on the river system to good. This was not a difficult move. Nobody would have prevented the group of Breakers go down a bit 'further downstream where the river bed widened and the stones were still abundant.
not belong and no caste, Dalits were, out of any scheme and badly considered by the of Mahadev Besi: Untouchables and as such were held in low esteem by the other inhabitants of the area. Their children went to school with children of other castes. There were his own. Nobody would have noticed their sudden appearance and, if successful, would be a relief for everyone is not likely to encounter on the street. Things would not have changed much: it is physically confined to the Dalits on the banks of the river, they did not feel part of any country or the people they knew. Any move would not make any fuss.
he came out last week before the descent to the south.
Binul waiting for the baby's bottom at dawn Suraj would be popped from the left side of the river and would have fallen into bed to rest on her abdomen until the solid rock. Serbia had a couple of questions about the constellations of late summer seen from a point exactly opposite where you are now. Had no time to subject them to Suraj since that morning confusion reigned supreme. He was given the order to split all the remaining stones without forgetting anyone.
Suraj frowning did not sit on Binul. For the first time, planted himself before me, and addressed him in the midst of securing its extension, where the water had softened the edges for centuries, as the sides held by the mother's clothes.
- Binul - Suraj began to leak without any tremor in his voice steady - I want to take with me. I have to be transported, reduce you into pieces and ricomporti where we move with other families of smashers -
A dragonfly gigantic rolled her on the head of Suraj who dodged to avoid the fatal collision.
- I can not work without your stories - added up - Not knowing when it rains or if what I'm walking on the arm is a poisonous insect. I bring with me -
stonemason and point to his friend. Binul was seized with a terrible winks. And he begged to wait until it was Suraj ready to blow. Then the idea was an alternative and relaxed.
Suraj to Propose to provide the strings, to harness more nodes as possible, to use as tie rods and drag Binul a mo 'to backpack. Promise to do the stone and light to cheer up the trip with an avalanche of stories.
And so the two set off at sunset. Queued to the group that for years had preceded Suraj to work every morning.
Binul And, for the first time saw the land, the roots of trees, ants and roads.
And what I learned from Suraj Suraj, too busy working, she never had time to tell him.
