For the day of the previous post, returning from Kyoto, I went to Nara to see a festival that are repeated for 1,200 years.
basically consists of walking balls of fire at the wooden porch of the most important temple in Nara, Todaiji Nigastudo the light of the moon.
The truth is that things have to appreciate them in context, 1,200 years ago must be impresionantísimo today, no longer a mere curiosity, why not say it was not as dramatic thought, and the fault Photos that have announced, that as they are "fake" because it seems more than it is.
Well, not upset me, but I was disappointed because I imagined it waaaaay more spectacular. It is the second important festival I go to Nara and I get disappointed. The first festival is when the whole mountain fire above Toaiji, and the truth that was nice, but unfortunately most spectacular view as it burns a mountain in my land.
The problem was that the pictures of the ads were made with a wild show, so instead of watching as the forest is burning, burning showed the whole mountain as if it were lava waterfall.
On this occasion, because the truth was more of the same, although I liked it, I do not regret having gone. First, some monks were saved for loading time with balls of fire impressively large (the size of a motorcycle), and up to the temple. After leaving the balcony, and moved the ball to ashes purify the people.
Apart from the festivals and the like, when I came home, did unimaginable in the morning I had to leave in a hurry and had a friend in the house. I left the key and said
"No, stay home and eat. (Is that the food was ready) I is that I have to get the hell out because I did not expect to have to leave.
Then I gave him the key, the only key I have and I said that metiese in the mailbox. To give you an idea, there are a few mailboxes at the entrance of the complex, and another mailbox on the door that is accessible only from inside. As my colleague had been for years at this residence, meant that he was aware of the existence of mailboxes at the entrance, but ... obviously I was wrong. The
colleague superextrañado but faithfully following my instructions to leave the house left the key in the mailbox ... the door.
My surprise is that I arrived at half past ten at night to house, I opened the mailbox, and no key. And the worst fear me I call colleague
- This ... Is my key?
- Yes, it's in the mailbox as I said.
- Shit
- DO NOT HAVE A SECOND KEY?
- mmm .... no. I have only one key.
FIRST ATTEMPT: FROM THE TERRACE
The only neighbor who was home was the beginning of the corridor. This is a German. He knocked on the door to see if I could from the terrace, go hanging from terrace to terrace up to the mine, which is the last of the aisle (jumping on four terraces).
Dangerous "jump from terrace to terrace? For the truth in my case has nothing dangerous, I live storey, only to prevent theft (theft "in Japan? I laugh) as they have put a fence like a prison. Skip first hurdle cost me nothing more than trying to get my feet on the floor without hurting myself, because the terraces have bags full of garbage recycling because Japanese someday talk about it. The second terrace
I realized my mistake ... in the area where you can jump from terrace to terrace from the second to the third terrace, were the air conditioning machines, which are so large, leaving about 20 cm step, the fact is that the machines have two floors, it was a sort of tube of 20 centimeters between the terraces, located five feet through the soil, which ... compressed than the body, hooked, and do tembalr my balance ... made takes about 5 minutes to cross a foot.
After much pain, I got through, and that's when I realized that probably left the balcony door closed, it would probably be a trip that would be useless, and that cost me a lot back ... I was resting for five minutes to go through pain that site.
then jumped to the third deck without problems, and I saw the tunnel of pain between the third and fourth terrace. With tears in his eyes, I went through the tunnel. I went back to rest of the pain a little longer, but since there was only one terrace and the step was easy, I rushed to my terrace.
Upon arrival, I ran down from watching garbage bags with the bottles do not slip falls. As I stood outside the door of my terrace, I was paralyzed, I breathed deeply, closed my eyes and I said to myself ... God, that is open, is open to God, I have no strength to go back to the room of German. Then I tried to open the door and .. CLOSED!
I uttered a cry of despair, not because he could not enter the house, but because he could not return to endure the pain caused by the tunnels of air conditioners. Furthermore, in the worst case, it was Monday morning, and I could open the door people at the university without any problems.
Anyway, I tried to remove the door, the door ventaninta, but all in vain. I even tried calling the phone Arturo, who was at the front door, but ... I heard that held a telephone conversation, so I said ... Well, back to the terraces, but Taking me toooooodo World time. And I did, I jumped the first terrace, and I was taking walks and looking at air conditioning tunnel. Suddenly it occurred to me ... What if my neighbor has left the balcony door open? Na ... must be closed, because it is an empty apartment ... and tried but by chance. The door slowly opened. SIIIIIIIIIII! and ran inside the door.
On leaving the hall, everyone was blown away, was supposed to open the next door, not before. In telling the epic, everyone understood.
SECOND TRY: THE HAND OF CHI-PAO
Those in the hall, was Arthur, the German neighbor and a colleague Business.
Well, the key was stuck in the mailbox of the door, a mailbox, which just goes into the hand of a child, but based on force, mine (and I've lost weight because of God) came but it hurt much, so badly that the mailbox was so profound that my arm just reached the middle.
I realized I needed something else to get to the bottom of the mailbox, and since nobody had a magnet to get the key ... I said ... if my hand less than half, a smaller hand ... well reaches the bottom, and of course I ran to the room of Chi-pao, a thin and small Taiwanese would be my savior. Arriving discovered that his room was gone. Shit, who else is in the residence? THIRD ATTEMPT: THE TABS
skimmer and ran to the room and the only person left in the residence, which was a German, with the intention of asking for a magnet. It had nothing to be liked, but looking at the wall, I saw he had a curious size skimmer, which could enter the mouth of the mailbox, and I said ... this is mine! Katarina then left me his red and black skimmer and went at full speed.
Upon arrival, I found that the Germans with all the good intentions in the world, had destroyed a hanger metal to try to make a hook and pick up the key.
What a great idea, first got the hook .... nothing. Then I tried it with the skimmer .... nothing.
We even put a camera in the mail to know exactly the location of the damned key. 
In fact, in this photo, you can see the keychain ring that holds the key. But it was useless.
Realizing that nothing was worth, I decided to put both hands very much pain, and put both the skimmer and the hanger. And if, as also knew the location of the key, from time to time we heard as moving until .... Clin clin!
Oh, oh!
can not be.
CAN NOT BE
!
The key was out of the box and was dropped. FOURTH ATTEMPT: THE PANEL THAT STICKS TO ALL
Well, now we had the added difficulty that you had to open the mailbox from the outside. I pulled the pin on the extinguisher sign, and with it, modify it a little more pain in the hand and a little skill, I managed to force the door of my mailbox.
We can only find the key and create a mechanism to retrieve it.
We returned to enter the camera and took a few pictures. The result of the photos and the door of the room next door as a test lab, we conclude that the key was at the base of the door, and given that the door was a step, it was impossible to attack trying to get the key under the door and in fact, if we moved a lot of the key, we ran the risk of falling into the key step. The case was ... How to generate a mechanism into 45-degree angle to be operational after a 90? Well the answer
had before their eyes, the hanger is relatively flexible, so that when engaging the poster extinguisher which had stuck cellophane base upside down, generating a mobile panel which direct contact until the weight hit a key. That is, we had created a kind of bait fishing rod which was a large square piece of plastic with zeal. The problem was we only had a try, because the heat hit so well that he had brought all the dust of the ground, making a second attempt was futile. All this I knew because we had experienced in the next door.
moments of tension with the panel Germans then decided to retire, was cold and they were in pajamas.
It was that magical moment in which Arthur said ..
- shows now that you're an engineer.
FIFTH ATTEMPT: THE RECOGELLAVES 1.0
And do not know why, but I pique, I looked around, I saw only had the shopping bag with a couple of soups, estintores panel, a stick, a stick of zeal , a spool of thread, an old catcher, and scissors that had been stolen from the next room.
The fact is that the panel I developed a base of fire extinguisher would be a kind of collector (pass below the key and lift), but this, I hit the shopping bag with zeal, so that to raise, is the key metiese held with three wire cables on each end I managed to move the structure barely like a puppet. When the key was on the platform, just had to pull the two wires up front, so that it slides into the bag. But the fact is that I realized that the structure was too light and passed over the key. The move could hear. weight was missing.
SIXTH ATTEMPT: THE RECOGELLAVES 2.0
Then I develop my little machine, I picked up some sticks next door (that being Korean is metal), gave the necessary weight to crawl from the bottom to contrapero mode, but still, I put panel attached to the end of the stick picker, so I made sure to drag and from the bottom to power it out of the door, but as a collector's club was short, I hit the pole-pole also extinguisher.
was then returned to get the gadget from the door, heard the key hit the door, and suddenly .. and no sound. The key might have fallen for doorstep, I was sure, because we were working blindly.
desperation, I told Arthur
- I leave, I give, I can not. It must have fallen into step as they no longer hear it.
and pulled the door structure. Arturo wondered if I had entered the bag, but I told him that was so light that it was impossible that he had entered. But as I asked again, I looked at the bag out of curiosity, because it out, had moved with undue severity.
And look inside ....
My recogellaves had borne fruit. 
was she, the fairest among the keys, now it was mine forever! 
I could not believe, the one gadget I had worked. It was like one of the crazy inventions the coyote when you try to catch the roadrunner. But this time, had caught the roadrunner. put the key in the lock y. ..
opened the door, siiiiiiiii! Look, look, that it opens! 
And here I am with the side of victory. But lest I forget now, because here you have a summary of the night, me with all my picks that I needed to show that ... Yes, I am an engineer and took back, because more than one, I sure would have abandoned the first attempt.
By the way, and everything is by the way, the next day I forget the keys, but that's another story (and also left the open terrace, and even now I have a lot more prepared countermeasures, particularly three possibilities to get into my apartment .) 
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