Tuesday, September 20, 2011

La Plaga !

Beware !

Beware !

Beware la plaga !

La plaga strikes at night. La plaga spares no one. The indigenous say they can't be touched by la plaga...but they flail their arms like madmen.

La plaga spreads through the air. The 11th plague of Egypt missed its connection and got stuck in Venezuela. You cannot avoid la plaga.

Once struck by la plaga, you will bleed from holes all over your body, your ears will hum and buzz, you will be driven to madness...and scratching.

The elderly ramble about a land without la plaga. Sanctuary ! Somewhere in the high Andes, they say. But no one believes them.

La plaga has an alias. It calls itself "Zancudo." But on its well-stamped and -traveled passport, one can clearly read the name "Mosquito."

Yes, in Venezuela, they use a word that for us Anglophones connotates the agonizing death of ¼ of some European populations caused by infestations of flea-infested rats.

Yeah, they can be pretty annoying here.

[This article should be read aloud with a Hungarian accent.]

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