White shooting between two

The white shooting factor is installed in a different place every fifteen days. That way, one after another, the poorest neighborhoods of the city. The morning that the beach bar appears installed, the children surround it impatient and with the desire painted in their eyes. They want to throw, with a ball shotgun, to the beer sheet that hangs at the end of a string. If they succeed, if they fail they return the shotgun. The shot costs very little, just some penny. But most children do not have them. And, when they have them, they often share them. To hurry the money and fold the fun. Thus they turn each attempt is an effort of two. One points and the other confirms: There, there ... no, more to the left, almost, now ... daland!. And pum! Then congratulations and hugs. Or reproaches and to see who was the fault that the sheet continues to hang, so quiet, to the end of its string. And, whatever what happened, the fact is that you will have to see how to get some more cents. To keep playing to see who has better aim. Until the night when the Feriant Disarma El Chiringuito, loads the metal plates in a wagon and marks with the shotguns elsewhere.   Pepe Navarro