Hiding between the red-blue plants that smell of toothpaste. She sees the monkeys swinging like hairy little beans. The paper like sound of green parrots (not that red parrots sound different, but she knows those parrots are green), the smell of poop from something that could be a camel a hippo or a horse. A hidden jungle in the middle of Buenos Aires. A city zoo. As the sun goes down the dogs start barking and after a while all the birds have joined in. The zoo is closed and the sky is orange and when the red has come all the animals are screaming. The black monkeys scream, and there is a crane that sounds like its dying. After the big noise only the crickets sing, everyone sleeps.
She stays hidden. But hearing the animals from the zoo and their dramatic noises makes her think that all the noise has something of a stupid macho. How they make such a big theatre and then after a few seconds they fall down sleeping like peaceful idiot babies. This noise is an extrapolation of other noisy macho orchestras. Failures of fleshy towers collapsing, sometimes without excuses, followed by long sleeps. Orchestras touring with different players, different beds, different backgrounds, a bar or a zoo is all the same. All those big catastrophic failures make her think of Gustavo, but tonight nobody should be thinking of him.
She goes back and looks at the cage of the elephants, she looks at those old eyes, full of wisdom, that are looking and searching, always searching. Those elephants have been searching all of their lives. And even though those elephants have been trapped in that tiny zoo jail, she knows that those eyes have been searching, looking for the same thing she ways looking for.
The life of those elephants and her have been pulling towards each other. To fix something that it should have been.
To fix football, finally fix it. Many people do not know it but Carla understands it well. Football should be played with elephants, with humans and elephants. For Carla it is obvious, she has always loved Football, but there was always something awkward about it, something wrong at plain sight.
It would be so beautiful, football with elephants, imagine the players jumping like little frogs on a pond in a field full with elephants. The elephants would create gray islands in the field, that will join, connect and separate, like the continents from Pangea. And the players will play on top of those islands. And so in the middle of the game, suddenly a player would be trapped in their own personal elephant archipelago and they would be forced to pass the ball.
In the way that Carla understood the game, elephants would not have a team they would just walk through the field, moving to where their hearts told them to go. For the humans the rules would be exactly the same with one exception , football will have to be played on top of elephants.
Elephants would fix so many things! imagine how ridiculous trying to bribe an elephant would be, and all those millions of euros that go to overrated players would go to the elephants, to take care of the elephants and make them happy. Hooliganism would be gone, there is no way you would mosh someone with sticks if you have an elephant watching you with those eyes of tired grandma.
But above all Football needed elephants to make it more beautiful, just imagine a goal, the glory of it, but then with elephants in the background. Just for that it was worth it. Just for that Carla hide herself inside the zoo. And was ready to free the elephants and take them to the Boca Juniors stadium, to meet their destiny.
There were risks, the elephants would create some damages on their way to the field. But Carla knew that all the judges in the district were fans of Boca Juniors and they would understand. Specially since the club was playing how it was playing. She was doing it for football and for Maradona. To finish what Maradona had tried to create. Because Maradona could only reach with the top of his hand what was meant to be created with an elephant trunk.
It was passion, passion for football, and only the people that have it could understand it. What did it mattered that she chose to take the elephants through a specific route? what did it mattered that that route took the elephants exactly in front of her ex-boyfriend's Gustavo house, the same Gustavo that cheated on her with that girl from work and the same Gustavo that had a brand new car, just parked outside his house without any insurance?
In the end the elephants go where they want, and if the ball comes to you there is nothing more than close your fists and kick it hard with all your heart.
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