{"id":2257,"date":"2024-01-22T17:45:22","date_gmt":"2024-01-22T17:45:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/oscarmcastro.com\/?page_id=2257"},"modified":"2024-01-29T15:18:24","modified_gmt":"2024-01-29T15:18:24","slug":"el-pobre-payaso","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/oscarmcastro.com\/index.php\/el-pobre-payaso\/","title":{"rendered":"El pobre payaso"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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El pobre payaso \/ The poor clown<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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Miedos de ni\u00f1os\u2026 y de adultos \/ Fears since children\u2026 and adults.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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Corr\u00eda el a\u00f1o 1997, donde un peque\u00f1o ni\u00f1o de 8 a\u00f1os ingresaba a un ba\u00f1o lleno de azulejos y baldosas blancas.<\/p>

El ni\u00f1o comenz\u00f3 a observar c\u00f3mo los grifos enloquec\u00edan de un momento a otro, cambiando de tama\u00f1os y movi\u00e9ndose en direcciones aleatorias mientras aumentaba la presi\u00f3n del agua. Las tuber\u00edas, a su vez, mientras crec\u00edan, comenzaban a dirigirse en direcci\u00f3n al ni\u00f1o con la intenci\u00f3n de encerrarlo entre los tubos de acero de dichos grifos.<\/p>

El ni\u00f1o en alg\u00fan momento logra zafarse y correr algunos metros, pero cae en la mitad de un sal\u00f3n rodeado de duchas en un gran cubo sin ninguna puerta o salida a la vista; est\u00e1 atrapado en un espacio grande donde cabr\u00edan sin problema unas treinta personas.<\/p>

Mientras el peque\u00f1o ni\u00f1o temblaba por una mezcla de miedo y fr\u00edo, vio c\u00f3mo unos dedos blancos comenzaban a emerger del grifo central del ba\u00f1o. Luego de los dedos, sali\u00f3 una mano de un ser que parec\u00eda un payaso. Con un traje de colores (donde sobresal\u00eda el amarillo y el azul), el payaso fue volteando su cara lentamente en direcci\u00f3n al ni\u00f1o, gener\u00e1ndole una gran confusi\u00f3n, que en un breve momento pas\u00f3 a ser p\u00e1nico.<\/p>

El payaso mir\u00f3 fijamente al ni\u00f1o y luego de una risa burlona estridente, comenz\u00f3 por abrir sus fauces mostrando unos dientes repugnantes que terminaban en punta, mientras sus ojos se blanqueaban por el esfuerzo\u2026 En ese momento mi madre, que estaba cerca de m\u00ed, al ver dicha escena en la televisi\u00f3n, decidi\u00f3 taparme los ojos y apagar r\u00e1pidamente el televisor para no provocar en m\u00ed un trauma por el shock de lo que acababa de presenciar.<\/p>

A pesar del esfuerzo de mi madre, ese recuerdo nunca se borr\u00f3 y me gener\u00f3 un miedo indescriptible hacia los payasos. Cada fiesta, cada promoci\u00f3n de supermercados\u2026 Incluso llegu\u00e9 a temerle tanto a los payasos que anunciaban almuerzos en lugares populares, que tuve que evitar numerosas salidas con los compa\u00f1eros de oficina, gan\u00e1ndome una inmerecida reputaci\u00f3n de taca\u00f1o. Pero bueno, era ser taca\u00f1o o tener coulrofobia, el nombre elegante del miedo a los payasos.<\/p>

Los payasos me hac\u00edan temblar, mirar hacia el piso y no levantar la mirada. Ese fr\u00edo en el cuerpo nunca se me fue. Afortunadamente, para mis intereses los payasos fueron perdiendo popularidad hasta ser dif\u00edcil hoy en d\u00eda ver alguno.<\/p>

\u00a1Hasta hace una semana! Y esto pas\u00f3 debido a un accidente com\u00fan en pel\u00edculas rom\u00e1nticas, donde el chico se enamora de la chica y el destino los junta en un ascensor detenido por cortes intempestivos de luz, donde el amor renace sobre el p\u00e1nico.<\/p>

En mi recuerdo de aquel d\u00eda, me dirig\u00eda al piso once, tom\u00e9 el ascensor en el lobby de la empresa, el cual estaba at\u00edpicamente vac\u00edo.<\/p>

El ascensor abri\u00f3 su puerta, entr\u00e9 y oprim\u00ed el bot\u00f3n del piso once. Cerr\u00f3 sus puertas y comenz\u00f3 a subir. Luego de unos segundos, par\u00f3 en el piso tres y de inmediato vi la silueta de un payaso con un traje amarillo con azul, pelo rojo y cara blanca, muy similar al de la pel\u00edcula que vi de ni\u00f1o.<\/p>

Con un saludo de buenos d\u00edas, el payaso ingres\u00f3 al ascensor. Le respond\u00ed el saludo temblando de miedo, pero intentando ser cort\u00e9s y no mostrar, en la mayor medida de lo posible, mi latente p\u00e1nico y terror.<\/p>

Me qued\u00e9 mirando al piso, rezando para que el ascensor subiese r\u00e1pido o para que, al menos, ingresara alguien para sentirme apoyado. \u00a1Pero pas\u00f3 algo peor!<\/p>

El ascensor se detuvo abruptamente, la luz se puso tenue y todo qued\u00f3 en silencio. En un momento, la voz del altavoz del sistema de emergencia del ascensor con un tono seco dijo:<\/p>

\u201cLes solicitamos paciencia, la energ\u00eda se ha cortado, pero gracias a la planta recuperaremos el flujo normal en aproximadamente 10 minutos. Si est\u00e1n dentro de un ascensor, mantengan la calma que en breve abriremos las puertas. Feliz d\u00eda\u201d.<\/p>

El mensaje de \u201csolo ser\u00e1n 10 minutos\u201d para m\u00ed se entendi\u00f3 como 10 a\u00f1os.<\/p>

Mientras trataba de mantener la calma, dirig\u00ed la mirada levemente hacia la derecha, donde se encontraba el payaso.<\/p>

Para mi sorpresa, lo vi sentado agarr\u00e1ndose las rodillas y movi\u00e9ndose como un ni\u00f1o en estado de ansiedad. Susurraba \u201choy no voy a morir\u2026 hoy no voy a morir\u2026 hoy no voy a morir\u201d, levantando carcajadas a gran volumen.<\/p>

Cuando quise decirle unas palabras para calmarlo venciendo mis temores, el payaso continu\u00f3 ri\u00e9ndose de manera estrepitosa, similar al payaso de la pel\u00edcula de mi infancia.<\/p>

En ese momento solo pude ponerme p\u00e1lido y acomodarme con los brazos extendidos en el rinc\u00f3n del ascensor. El sujeto segu\u00eda ri\u00e9ndose y diciendo: \u201choy no voy a morir\u201d\u2026 Luego de una \u00faltima risa, volte\u00f3 violentamente su cabeza hacia donde me encontraba y me pregunt\u00f3:<\/p>

\u201cY si morimos hoy, \u00bftu ir\u00edas al cielo?\u201d Estaba a una risa del payaso para desmayarme, pero con algo de fuerza, le dije: \u201cNo piense estupideces que de esta salimos\u201d El payaso se levant\u00f3 y me agarr\u00f3 de la camisa para decirme lentamente: \u201cDel destino no podemos escaparnos, hoy puede ser el \u00faltimo d\u00eda de tu vida\u201d.<\/p>

Lo mir\u00e9 a los ojos y en su mirada fr\u00eda pod\u00eda deducirse la actitud de un hombre al que el miedo lo hab\u00eda transformado en un ser fr\u00edo y sin emociones.<\/p>

Mi reacci\u00f3n fue empujarlo y ponerme en actitud defensiva. El payaso se levant\u00f3 y segu\u00eda ri\u00e9ndose estrepitosamente, y comenz\u00f3 a se\u00f1alarme sin decirme nada. No s\u00e9 c\u00f3mo pas\u00e9 del miedo a la adrenalina con la intenci\u00f3n de matarme a golpes con un tipo asustado vestido como mi trauma infantil; supongo que si lo golpeaba, vencer\u00eda de cierta manera mi miedo. El payaso sac\u00f3 de su bolsillo un lapicero que puso en actitud de espada, me estaba apuntando, pero ya me encontraba tan metido en el asunto, que solo me bastaba esperar que lanzara el primer golpe para reaccionar.<\/p>

El payaso lanz\u00f3 el primero y pude esquivarlo, lanc\u00e9 una patada que detuvo con un brazo y volvimos a la posici\u00f3n inicial de mirarnos y esperar qui\u00e9n daba el siguiente golpe.<\/p>

En ese instante la luz volvi\u00f3 y, mientras nos mir\u00e1bamos y analiz\u00e1bamos con la luz encendida, el ascensor comenzaba a subir nuevamente\u2026 Solo pod\u00eda pensar en lo pat\u00e9ticos que nos ve\u00edamos.<\/p>

El payaso era un pobre tipo de no m\u00e1s de 20 a\u00f1os a\u00fan con acn\u00e9 en su cara, se notaba que este trabajo era algo por necesidad, y me sent\u00ed tremendamente mal por querer golpearlo y no haber intentado calmarlo de una mejor manera.<\/strong><\/p>

As\u00ed que simplemente me abalanc\u00e9 sobre \u00e9l y lo abrac\u00e9 disculp\u00e1ndome por mi reacci\u00f3n. El payaso la acept\u00f3, y esperamos serenamente hasta que pudieran abrir la puerta.<\/p>

Una vez la puerta se abri\u00f3 en el piso diez, el payaso sigui\u00f3 su camino mientras yo continuaba un piso m\u00e1s arriba. Sentado en mi cub\u00edculo, la se\u00f1ora que nos brinda el caf\u00e9 todas las ma\u00f1anas y con quien suelo charlar un rato cada vez que nos sirve una taza, me comentaba que en el piso inferior se estaba realizando una fiesta pero que tuvieron que echar al payaso de la celebraci\u00f3n porque su risa estaba espantando a los ni\u00f1os. En sus palabras, la se\u00f1ora me dijo:<\/p>

\u201cA Esos ni\u00f1os ya no les gusta nada. Los payasos son chistosos. En mi caso le tengo m\u00e1s miedo al ascensor del edificio que viene haciendo ruidos extra\u00f1os desde la semana pasada; ese s\u00ed es un miedo real\u2026 El payaso es solo un pobre pendejo que est\u00e1 tratando de hacerse lo del arriendo, bobos que son los miedos de los ni\u00f1os\u2026 \u00bfcierto, mano?\u201d<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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The year was 1997, where an 8-year-old boy entered a bathroom filled with white tiles and tiles.<\/p>

The boy began to observe how the faucets went crazy from one moment to another, changing sizes and moving in random directions while the water pressure increased. The pipes, in turn, as they grew, started heading towards the boy with the intention of trapping him between the steel tubes of those faucets.<\/p>

At some point, the boy manages to free himself and run a few meters, but he falls in the middle of a room surrounded by showers in a large cube with no door or exit in sight; he is trapped in a large space where about thirty people could easily fit.<\/p>

While the little boy trembled from a mix of fear and cold, he saw white fingers emerging from the central faucet of the bathroom. After the fingers, a hand of a creature that looked like a clown came out. Wearing a colorful suit (where yellow and blue stood out), the clown slowly turned his face towards the boy, causing great confusion, which in a brief moment turned into panic.<\/p>

The clown stared at the boy, and after a loud mocking laugh, he began to open his jaws, revealing disgusting pointed teeth, while his eyes whitened from the effort… At that moment, my mother, who was close to me, seeing that scene on TV, decided to cover my eyes and quickly turn off the television to avoid causing me trauma from the shock of what I had just witnessed.<\/p>

Despite my mother’s efforts, that memory never faded, and it generated an indescribable fear of clowns in me. Every party, every supermarket promotion… I even came to fear clowns announcing lunches in popular places, so I had to avoid numerous outings with office colleagues, earning myself an undeserved reputation for being stingy. But well, it was either being stingy or having coulrophobia, the fancy name for the fear of clowns.<\/p>

Clowns made me shiver, look down, and not lift my gaze. That cold in my body never left me. Fortunately, for my interests, clowns gradually lost popularity until it became difficult to see any nowadays.<\/p>

Until a week ago! And this happened due to a common accident in romantic movies, where the guy falls in love with the girl, and destiny brings them together in an elevator stopped by unexpected power cuts, where love is reborn over panic.<\/p>

In my memory of that day, I was heading to the eleventh floor, took the elevator in the company lobby, which was unusually empty.<\/p>

The elevator opened its door, I entered, and pressed the button for the eleventh floor. It closed its doors and started to go up. After a few seconds, it stopped on the third floor, and immediately I saw the silhouette of a clown with a yellow and blue suit, red hair, and a white face, very similar to the one in the movie I saw as a child.<\/p>

With a good morning greeting, the clown entered the elevator. I replied to the greeting, trembling with fear, but trying to be polite and not show, as much as possible, my latent panic and terror.<\/p>

I kept looking down, praying for the elevator to go up quickly or for someone to enter to feel supported. But something worse happened!<\/p>

The elevator stopped abruptly, the light dimmed, and everything fell silent. At one point, the speaker’s voice from the elevator’s emergency system with a dry tone said:<\/p>

“We ask for your patience, the power has been cut, but thanks to the generator, we will restore normal flow in approximately 10 minutes. If you are inside an elevator, remain calm, we will open the doors shortly. Have a nice day.”<\/p>

The “it’s only 10 minutes” message for me translated to 10 years.<\/p>

While trying to stay calm, I glanced slightly to the right, where the clown was.<\/p>

To my surprise, I saw him sitting, holding his knees, and moving like a child in a state of anxiety. He whispered, “I’m not going to die today… I’m not going to die today… I’m not going to die today,” causing loud laughter.<\/p>

When I wanted to say a few words to calm him down, overcoming my fears, the clown continued to laugh uproariously, similar to the clown from my childhood movie.<\/p>

At that moment, I could only turn pale and huddle in the corner of the elevator with my arms extended. The guy kept laughing and saying, “I’m not going to die today”… After a last laugh, he violently turned his head towards me and asked:<\/p>

“And if we die today, would you go to heaven?” I was one laugh away from fainting, but with some strength, I told him, “Don’t think stupid things; we’ll get out of this.” The clown stood up, grabbed me by the shirt, and said slowly, “We cannot escape destiny; today could be the last day of your life.”<\/p>

I looked into his eyes, and in his cold gaze, the attitude of a man transformed by fear into a cold and emotionless being could be deduced.<\/p>

My reaction was to push him away and get into a defensive position. The clown stood up, still laughing loudly, and began to point at me without saying anything. I don’t know how I went from fear to adrenaline with the intention of beating up a scared guy dressed like my childhood trauma; I suppose that if I hit him, I would somehow overcome my fear. The clown took out a pen from his pocket, put it in a sword-like position, pointing it at me, but I was already so immersed in the situation that I just had to wait for him to throw the first punch to react.<\/p>

The clown threw the first punch, and I managed to dodge it. I kicked, and he stopped it with an arm, and we returned to the initial position of staring at each other and waiting for the next punch.<\/p>

At that moment, the light came back on, and as we looked at each other and analyzed with the light on, the elevator started going up again… I could only think about how pathetic we looked.<\/p>

The clown was a poor guy of no more than 20 years, still with acne on his face; it was evident that this job was out of necessity, and I felt tremendously bad for wanting to hit him and not having tried to calm him down in a better way.<\/p>

So I simply threw myself at him and hugged him, apologizing for my reaction. The clown accepted it, and we waited calmly until the doors could be opened.<\/p>

Once the door opened on the tenth floor, the clown continued his way while I continued one floor up. Sitting in my cubicle, the lady who serves us coffee every morning and with whom I usually chat for a while each time she serves us a cup, told me that on the lower floor, a party was taking place, but they had to kick the clown out of the celebration because his laughter was scaring the children. In her words, the lady said:<\/p>

“Those kids don’t like anything anymore. Clowns are funny. In my case, I’m more afraid of the building’s elevator, which has been making strange noises since last week; that’s a real fear… The clown is just a poor fool trying to make rent, foolish are the fears of children… Right, buddy?”<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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El pobre payaso \/ The poor clown Miedos de ni\u00f1os\u2026 y de adultos \/ Fears since children\u2026 and adults. Versi\u00f3n en espa\u00f1ol Corr\u00eda el a\u00f1o 1997, donde un peque\u00f1o ni\u00f1o de 8 a\u00f1os ingresaba a un ba\u00f1o lleno de azulejos y baldosas blancas. 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