The optometrist said - is the inevitable passage of time: first, full of gray hair, then comes the hearing, teeth and pointed to the ear in the ear of her husband, standing like a robot in front of the cash register, a discrete flesh-colored device to improve hearing.
My eyes burned me for the effort to see letters and numbers through a microscopic lens that irrefutably away from my understanding.
- A ... eight .... no ... a three. He had tried to guess them all. Was that, rather than guessing them read in that dark cubicle in which the optometrist was determined to make me see my blindness.
With what little I saw was of view the device in the ear of her husband, waterfall green eyes, the teeth of sarcastic laughter. Time, my child - I would have said if he spoke English, not forgive. But he said nothing, was just a laugh as he gives a mocking welcome.
With what little was left of my sight I saw a shimmering hair on the head. I also saw how the optometrist marked on a form that I had the required minimum to pass the eye exam.
- I see nothing - I said.
- Nobody is perfect - he replied - and this is the lens.
lenses, hair dye, devices to improve hearing, plastic dentures.
I left the examination optical trembling hands. Expected at least give me a driver's license. Hoped to preserve what was left of view. My eyes burned as if sail on sand grains.
Keep what is left of view.
And I have another test to see what I have.
buy some glasses.
eyes hurt me like I cried rivers. Do not read until the next review. Do not force what I have. What I had not noticed my blindness? Is it because the blind are blind to themselves? If a person is born without light in their eyes, how can you know that the world is much more than shadows? Just because others say, that if no one notices the blind darkness of his blindness would be the world and not its absence. Thus, the optometrist had appeared in my life to point out that the world is much less opaque, the letters are larger, the numbers are accurate, that an eight is an eight and a three is a three and physics fuck quantum.
not read. Do not force the rest of my view until you can buy glasses, "she said.
From my window I could see the misty crops, surrounded by cypress trees in the distance a dusty road and crossed by cars and trucks that insurance was much closer to what I saw.
- my God - I thought - maybe I do not live in the midst of cultivated fields and I thought, but along a road.
I endeavored to listen to the cars that were seen in the distance, but only the silence of the peaches was what was perceived. No wonder: first sight, then the hearing - had said the optometrist.
No, no: I had no eye strain or hearing. Rather run out and dye my hair.
Perhaps it was coincidence that I liked to drink water from a filter that was in an institute for the blind in college. It was no coincidence that conflicted with their sticks and I would help them reach their destinations. Nor was it coincidence that famous blindness ...
remembered Autobiography medical "Damian Tabarovski, but could not even reread because I did not exhaust the low light of my eyes. I spent seven days without reading, with the desktop crammed with things to do. Or just read on the computer where the font can be enlarged to extreme dimensions. A 200% the text off the screen, but the view rests-me I convinced myself.
also convinced my husband to accompany me to the next test. Clinging to his arm got to the point of view, would not fall or get lost in the fog. He was my staff, my seeing-eye and as such led me to the electric chair in which another optometrist more scan dedicated himself to dig in my blindness.
lenses I measured all possible and I still saw a white cloud around a point of light. I was taking lens until suddenly appeared transparent reality and recently opened my eyes.
- I see - I cried - and look great.
The optometrist put out the apparatus, lights, computers, unplugged all the cables and said
- not wearing any glasses. You have so little I do not know if get anything worthwhile.
I left that cubicle as he leaves the cave of a sorcerer, a Santero, a visionary, a miracle worker. The world opened before me with the brightness of the newly discovered the wonder of the miracle.
