Un helado lo resuelve todo. / Ice cream solves everything. [Spa - Eng]

Era esa heladería nueva con el letrero chistoso: "Un helado lo resuelve todo"

Pintada en franjas verticales de color rosa pero intercaladas las franjas rosa oscuro, rosa claro, rosa oscuro, rosa...

De hecho, Yuritma (En Hive @yujomar) la había fotografiado desde diversos ángulos y con ella había generado los ingresos que le habían permitido invitar a su amiga a pasar una tarde diferente.

Lo que ninguna de las dos notó fue que habìan salido de la heladerìa escoltadas y rodeadas por mirìadas de estrellitas resplandecientes, doradas, pero invisibles.

Ajá, pero si Yuritma había puesto sobre la mesa los dos helados de yogurt sabor a fresa, Gaby había desplegado su llanto y frustración y se había sentado junto con su esposo, sus dos niños y su mamá.
Gabriela introdujo la llave en la cerradura, venía rumiando los consejos de Yujomar, cuando percibió ese... ¿Olor a casa ajena?
¡Olía a pollo guisado con papas! Al entrar divisó a Leo y Sebas sentados a la mesa engullendo felices el contenido de sus respectivos platos y desde la cocina le llegó la voz de "Tereco":

• Mami...¿Llegaste?
  Salía secándose las manos con el paño de cocina...
• No he cenado aún, te estaba esperando para que comiéramos juntos. Los chicos... bueno, ya ves, esos son unos lambucios, ya están terminando.
  En la cena la informó de que ya había hecho mercado, que el viernes no le habían pagado porque había habido un problema en el Banco con la cuenta de la pequeña empresa en la cual trabajaba y que... "Bueno, mami, vamos a volver al sistema de antes cuando tú administrabas mi sueldo... Entonces nos rendía más"
  Y al día siguiente en Helados Junior fue Gabriela quien brindó los helados de yogurt.
  
  
  

  
  

  Sólo que... Mientras ellas comían sus helados entre risas, en otra mesa cercana las cosas eran diferentes...

  • Yo pregunto, abuelita ¿Qué le hice a mi mamá para que me abandonara?
  • No te abandonó, la situación del país está difícil, ella se fue para lograr un cambio.
  • Pero no veo que haya cambiado nada.
  • Porque se enfermó porque allá hace mucho frío y así enferma no puede trabajar
  • ¿Por qué no se viene a trabajar aquí que está calentito?
  • Porque acá no se consigue trabajo
    -¿Y si no se consigue trabajo como es que mi abuelito se va a trabajar todos los días?
  • Ay, ya, Daylín, deja la preguntadera. Ni te comes tu helado tú ni me dejas comerme el mío. - ¿Y si allá hace frío ella no puede comer helados allá?
  • No, no puede. Cómete el heladito, por favor.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Daylín y su abuela salieron relamiéndose de gusto de Helados Junior. Eran casi las seis de la tarde y estaba solitaria la esquina de la calle Comercio cruce con calle Zamora, ubicación exacta en Villa de Cura, estado Aragua, Venezuela, donde una ex-alumna de la maestra Carmencita Muñoz viuda de González había abierto su heladería con la premisa de que "Un helado lo arregla todo"
  Nuevamente se activaron las estrellitas, pululaban por todas partes donde pasaban, pero ni ellas lni los transeúntes que se cruzaron por el camino las podian ver: doradas, resplandecientes pero invisibles, iluminaban sus pasos con su luz màgica.
  Ya Daylìn y su abuela llegaban a casa cuando...

  • ¿Abuelita, por qué está ese taxi parado frente a la casa? Bajan maletas... ¡Abue, abue, no puede ser...es mi mami!
    Daylín corrió hacia la chica que descendía del auto y sus pasos apresurados al encuentro de su madre no eran tan fuertes ni tan apresurados como el palpitar de alegría del corazón de su abuela al ver el regreso de su hija a casa.
    Las estrellitas mágicas, doradas, diminutas pero invisibles las envolvieron a las tres como queriendo participar de su abrazo para volver luego a la heladería a esperar la siguiente tristeza o el siguiente conflicto para permutarlo hacia el bien.

  Y colorín colorado este cuento no se ha acabado...

  Porque... Hay una heladería color de rosa en Villa de Cura donde se rumora que "Un helado lo resuelve todo" ¿Cuando la vas a visitar?

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
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  ENGLISH VERSION
  
  
  

  
  

  "You won't believe me, but right now there's nothing at home, nothing to eat."
  "Dude, but... Isn't your husband working?"
  "Yes, but... Before, he would come home and give me the entire amount of money. I would go grocery shopping, buy everything I needed... and I would say, "This is what's left, this is yours."
  "But eat, darling, your ice cream's going to melt."
  Gabriela ate a little... it was delicious... during that crisis, eating ice cream was a luxury.
  
  
  

  

  
  
  "Then one day he came home and told me that from then on, he would manage the money. I'd just sort it out, better, less work. We were doing well for a while, but Friday came—and it's his payday—and he didn't buy anything. This morning, I had to send the boys to my mom's for breakfast because I didn't have anything to fill their arepas with."

  Her sobs made even the ice cream shop manager come out to see what was happening.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  • And chimó?
  • Oh, that's right. He can't go without that. I think it was because he had a tournament and had to pay.
  • What does he play?
  • Softball
  • Dear... But...? Chimó, yes, and a game, too, and food for the kids, right?
    Put pressure on him, that can't be right.
  • Pressure what?
  • Look, you're not going to enjoy the ice cream like that. Imagine we were talking about someone else. We'll eat the ice cream calmly, and on the way back, I'll give you some foolproof tips.
    The friends finished their ice creams and left the shop.
    They left behind the cute little pink house where " Junior Ice Cream" had recently opened its doors.
    It was that new ice cream shop with the funny sign: "One ice cream solves everything."
    Painted in vertical pink stripes, interspersed with dark pink, light pink, dark pink, and pink...

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  In fact, Yuritma (on Hive @yujomar) had photographed it from various angles, generating the income that allowed her to invite her friend to spend a different afternoon. What neither of them noticed was that they had left the ice cream shop escorted and surrounded by myriads of shining, golden, but invisible stars.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  Imagen sin regalìas
  Fuente

  Aha, but Yuritma had placed the two strawberry-flavored yogurt parfaits on the table, and Gaby had expressed her tears and frustration and sat down with her husband, her two children, and her mother.
  Gabriela inserted the key into the lock. She had been pondering Yujomar's advice when she noticed that... strange smell?
  It smelled like stewed chicken and potatoes! Upon entering, she saw Leo and Sebas sitting at the table happily devouring the contents of their respective plates, and from the kitchen came the voice of "Tereco":
  "Mommy... Are you home?"
  He came out, drying his hands with the dish towel...
  "I haven't had dinner yet, I was waiting for you so we could eat together. The boys... well, you see, they're such sycophants, they're just finishing up."
  At dinner, he informed her that he had already gone grocery shopping, that he hadn't been paid on Friday because there had been a problem at the bank with the account of the small company where he worked, and that... "Well, Mommy, we're going back to the old system when you managed my salary... It went further back then."
  And the next day at "Junior Ice Creams" , it was Gabriela who provided the yogurt parfaits.
  Only... While they were laughing and eating their parfaits, things were different at another nearby table...

  • I ask, Grandma, what did I do to my mom to make her abandon me?
  • She didn't abandon you; the situation in the country is difficult. She left to make a change.
  • But I don't see anything changing.
  • Because she got sick because it's so cold there, and when she's sick, she can't work.
  • Why doesn't she come to work here where it's warm?
  • Because you can't find work here.
  • And if you can't find work, how is it that my grandpa goes to work every day?
  • Oh, come on, Daylín, stop asking questions. You don't eat your ice cream, and you don't let me eat mine.
  • And if it's cold there, can't she eat ice cream there?
  • No, she can't. Eat the ice cream, please.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Daylín and her grandmother left "Junior Ice Cream" , licking their lips with delight. It was almost six in the evening and the corner of Comercio Street and Zamora Street was deserted, the exact location in Villa de Cura, Aragua State, Venezuela, where a former student of teacher Carmencita Muñoz, widow of González, had opened her ice cream shop with the premise that "An ice cream fixes everything."
  The little stars were activated again, swarming everywhere they went, but neither they nor the passersby they met could see them: golden, shining, but invisible, they illuminated their steps with their magical light.
  Daylin and her grandmother were already arriving home when...
  "Grandma, why is that taxi stopped in front of the house? They're unloading suitcases... Grandma, grandma, it can't be... it's my mommy!"
  Daylin ran toward the girl getting out of the car, and her hurried steps toward her mother weren't as loud or as hurried as the joyful beating of her grandmother's heart at seeing her daughter return home.
  The magical little stars, golden, tiny, but invisible, enveloped the three of them as if wanting to share their embrace and then return to the ice cream shop to wait for the next sadness or conflict to turn it into something good.

  And the story isn't over yet...

  Because... There's a pink ice cream shop in Villa de Cura where rumor has it that "One ice cream fixes everything." When are you going to visit?
  
  

  
  
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  Photos of my own, taken with a Krip K 55 H cell phone / Fotos propias tomadas con celular Krip K55 H

  Translations made with the Google Translate/ Traducciones realizadas con el Traductor Google
  Location: Villa de Cura, Aragua state, Venezuela
  Image editing done in Inshot / Edición de la imagen realizada en Inshot
  
  
  

  

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