Strangely, Ando. Quite have not seen him around here. And that's weird, because you are always here. I'll be in the right place? But if this is your tree. What's Not, Andonaegui? Ever see him again? Will and what happened had to happen? That's what you expected? Will it happen to me what I had to go and I not expected? It is very rare not to see it, I feel a void, I feel as if I had changed the world. I feel leaden feet, everything is slow, everything is foreign.
I leave my letter, which came to tell. I hope to read it. I hope see him again.
The single window opened, it was not Aunt Marucha that was on the floor below. I watched the curtain rolled up by itself. As soon as he stopped at a certain level, to my amazement and feeling of having supernatural powers, went into a divine breeze and the book on the dresser to my right, he barked.
I sprinted to the room my mother, who still slept in his bed. I went downstairs and found Raul on the sidewalk. I told her about the barking. He knew that he had written the book.
No, that was not barking the product of my superpowers. A special bullet, a special ink which activated the sound of barking in contact with air.
Raúl reassured me.
Illustration: Abel Jorge Tagliaferro, arq °
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