Reading the newspaper I got to know that the Borbón monarch’s birthday celebration would take place in the Sabatini Gardens, that is the gardens of royal palace in Plaza de Oriente. I could not count on Jorge. He had to work. I sought for someone else to come with me but I was not lucky, it was dangerous. I dressed consciously once more: I put on my beige sheepskin jacket fastening it up to the waist with its cord and I wore it over my blue pullover which had two white horizontal stripes separated by another blue, and another white too at its waist, red lines also horizontal, all along the two borders of the white stripes; blue jeans I don’t know now if with much use or little, but happily clean of senselessness; and how not, my black cords boots some centimeters above the ankles, ready for the battle. I thought about it, but I finally didn’t take with me any written speech. I took the bus going by Paseo de la Chopera to Príncipe Pío. I walked along Cuesta de San Vicente up to the gardens area from where one can see the upper floors of the palace, although not the attendants to the birthday's celebration because the small mounds at this side don’t let you see them. I stopped at the level at where I knew the Borbón monarch’s family and the invited would be by the sound of voices, and shouted as loud as possible Live the Republic!, and Death to the king! and started immediately to levitate them so imperiously with my chin’s movement upwards that one of the soldiers I saw watching out the gardens, on seeing that it was me who had provoked the levitations and the movements, said to me: What are you doing there? Then I shouted as loud as possible again: Now, soldiers! To kill the king and all the invited! At once it was heard a noise of horrified voices and the soldier said to me: Go away, go away, please. From where I was I could see some of the soldiers and I realized that the one who had spoken to me was not an enemy and the others either, and as I knew I had already accomplished my purpose, I went away up the street towards Plaza de España. From the distance I greeted a demonstrators group who recognized me and I let myself go enthusiastic Gran Vía along towards the shop I used to buy the fake guns in, to buy one more, and then go to the grocery where Jorge works at to give him a surprise. Hadn't he had to work in the morning, we would have been two at the palace. Jorge and I...