Alfredo Garcia was named after a movie that no one in his family had ever seen<\/p>\n
The family name was Garcia so Alfredo\u2019s uncle suggested the name when Alfredo was born in 1987<\/p>\n
Alfredo\u2019s uncle had seen the movie with his cousin in a small cinema in Madrid in 1974<\/p>\n
He admired Sam Peckinpah movies<\/p>\n
The Spanish title of the movie was Tr\u00e1iganme la cabeza de Alfredo Garc\u00eda <\/i><\/p>\n
Alfredo\u2019s uncle liked the English title of the movie which he considered brutal<\/p>\n
Both Alfredo\u2019s father and uncle drowned when their fishing boat capsised in a sudden storm when Alfredo was ten<\/p>\n
Their bodies were never recovered<\/p>\n
Alfredo lived in a suburb of Malaga with his mother and sister<\/p>\n
His mother’s name was Rachel<\/p>\n
His sister’s name was Valerie<\/p>\n
His mother was retired and spent her days playing cards with her friends and helping to feed stray cats<\/p>\n
His sister worked in a travel agency in the centre of the city and also attended college twice a week<\/p>\n
She was studying English<\/p>\n
Alfredo worked as a builder<\/p>\n
He liked his job and took great satisfaction when projects were completed<\/p>\n
Alfredo quite often visited buidings that he had worked on and took photographs<\/p>\n
With his Canon camera<\/p>\n
There was only one thing wrong with Alfredo\u2019s life<\/p>\n
It was that he was afraid of going home in the evening<\/p>\n
This had been the case for over two years<\/p>\n
What scared Alfredo was that he witnessed things which he considered very odd<\/p>\n
It had started on a Sunday morning in November when he had opened the fridge prior to cooking himself a breakfast<\/p>\n
He cooked breakfast for himself every Sunday<\/p>\n
As he reached for the eggs he could hear singing which appeared to be coming from inside of the shells<\/p>\n
It stopped when he broke the eggs<\/p>\n
This disturbed him<\/p>\n
He asked his sister to listen to the eggs<\/p>\n
She heard nothing<\/p>\n
Later that day he went to a large supermarket and listened to the eggs on the shelves<\/p>\n
They were silent<\/p>\n
In tme Alfredo grew used to the singing eggs and prepared his Sunday breakfast as normal until he noticed that his cooked eggs were beginning to dance on his breakfast plate<\/p>\n
Alfredo became a vegatarian<\/p>\n
He was relieved that vegatarian food did not sing or dance<\/p>\n
But this was not the end to the strange happenings in Alfredo\u2019s life<\/p>\n
Often as he lay in bed at night and watched as his lampshade closed like a retiring flower<\/p>\n
His team photograph of M\u00e1laga Club de F\u00fatbol would often move around the room and the team would reappear wearing red shirts instead of the normal blue and white ones<\/p>\n
Alfredo drew his curtains tightly every night as he often saw flying saucers hovering over the velodrome<\/p>\n
Especially when cycling events were taking place<\/p>\n
His room became very hot<\/p>\n
So did his mothers<\/p>\n
His sister kept her windows open so her room was cooler<\/p>\n
When Alfredo saw strange things he often went into his sisters room<\/p>\n
And lay on her single bed<\/p>\n
Her sheets smelt slightly of perfume<\/p>\n
His sister wore an Italian perfume called Tender Night<\/p>\n
She did not buy her own perfume<\/p>\n
As she had a boyfriend called Martin<\/p>\n
Who purchased the perfume for her<\/p>\n
When in Madrid<\/p>\n
Martin worked in a bank and was the same age as Alfredo<\/p>\n
They both liked football and often attended games together<\/p>\n
Alfredo always ensured that he his sister was not in the house when he climbed onto her bed<\/p>\n
Nothing strange happened in her room<\/p>\n
He would look at the spines of her English books and make up a short story<\/p>\n
The Daughters of Silence walked along The Burning Shore as The Wind Off The Sea blew The Birds Of Paradise away from the shore. Their Travels With Charley had taken them to many countries including Ice Station Zebra where they braved The Atlantic Fury .They knew that they would Fail Safe when travelling along The Griffins Way<\/em><\/p>\n They story was always the same and Alfredo always fell asleep during its construction<\/p>\n His sister would gently wake him when she returned home from visiting Martin and they would talk for a while<\/p>\n Alfredo would describe the things he had seen<\/p>\n He would then return to his room as his sister prepared for bed<\/p>\n As soon as he shut his door strange things would happen again<\/p>\n He would hear a dog barking outside of his window<\/p>\n Its eyes would turn red<\/p>\n He could see the glow through the curtains<\/p>\n Alfredo grew used to this and would put his earphones on and listen to the<\/p>\n Sounds of the Balearics<\/em><\/p>\n He would look at his crucifix on the far wall<\/p>\n It would spin wildly like an propeller on an airplane<\/p>\n When this happened the spinning crucifix would act as a fan and cool the room and in time Alfredo would fall asleep listening to the music<\/p>\n At exactly two in the morning his sister would enter his room<\/p>\n And tell Jesus to calm down<\/p>\n She would then climb in next to Alfredo and remove his headphones<\/p>\n Twenty minutes later<\/p>\n Alfredo’s sister would rise from her brothers bed and wear his headphones<\/p>\n She would then invite Jesus down from his cross and ask him to to dance with her on the strict understanding that she would be free to return to her room<\/p>\n As soon as the clock in the square outside struck four<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Alfredo Garcia was named after a movie that no one in his family had ever seen The family name was Garcia so Alfredo\u2019s uncle suggested the name when Alfredo was born in 1987 Alfredo\u2019s uncle had seen the movie with his cousin in a small cinema in Madrid in 1974 He admired Sam Peckinpah movies […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1142"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1142"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1142\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1142"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1142"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1142"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}