In the morning they leave early to look for the pantry, on the way Martina was indicating where to go. He recommends you park at the business, to have the merchandise on hand. Ludwig tells him; Well, little Martina, and she replies ... How is that ...? He booked the bus for seventeen hours. They filled up the truck and turned back before they had toured the town to meet him. On the way back, it was easy to foresee big differences. Neither of them broke his balance, Martina always immutable skewed her vulnerability. Both of them were warm in the afternoon. That time at Sara's house was repeating itself. Ludwig trying to ****** her gaze, stretching it out uncontrollably to vent some icy blink. But everyone else was impressed by her quiet temper, who at times felt the disguise that dressed him and made him fade into his routine. When he got home he decides to tell Martina everything, leaving all fear since she was always with him. They put things down and bundle up from the changing weather and run fast. In no time they reached the strings and would sway like seasoned aerialists. Next, they would come to step on the sand of the beach, as everything was changing, Martina went round and round until she fell to her knees on some logs that made her stagger. Ludwig looked at the house that he hung overhead, following the sky, then dropped his gaze on Martina.

Ludwig ...: Are you tired ...?
Martina ...: Don't tell me! , I'm fine here, I can hear your tired breathing as you get confused over the sea.
Ludwig ...: It is true, everything has gone well. Hey, what your parents will think.
Martina ...: What does not correspond, typical.
Ludwig ...: That silly prejudice and the silly whims that have caused mistrust to proliferate.
Martina ...: Widely excluded, these issues are out of harmony, aren't they ...?

At the same time they say that where their friendship had come and given such synchronicity of their intentions, they started to laugh profusely. The star of the day left them and they returned. The march was slow and leisurely, talking about some wild animals of the place, about feeding that coincided with theirs. They drank the Tea, remembering that the family hours reminded him of something lost ... Family ..., Family ...? When it was necessary to unravel the surrounding hatred, made up of the most confusing topic of debate, which is nothing more than the abandonment of oneself when falling into dementia. For this, he was unaware of his legitimacy to intermingle with his poverty, ready for a wealth close to all the disheartened thinkers who bartered his life. But he always continued indigestion, the itch of people who only ate to eat, preying on all the desirable resources, leaving nothing behind. And he with simplicity took care of the resources, safeguarding the cycle breaks and the fragile livelihoods him. When trying to make his devotions similar to greater devotion, the inescapable deformation of his faces and all peaceful posture appears, only before the judicious discernment is he reconsidered what will become of him. Long hours can come in long-suffering, where he finds the deepest need to confide what may have impacted the germ of what is detached from nature. From what we see, in a constant growth parallel to our biological lines, that if a tree can be reborn, it does not have to be related to the city for long. All this used to rambling, he did it when he went to his room to fix his luggage. At dawn, it was the mistiest morning that had to be crossed, when his hand opened the door of his house thinking of leaving without warning, something held him back and he retracted, deciding to go back to bed and lie down again. Just a minute and he began to see Martina in her dream ...: “He went to his room and saw her. He was afraid to wake her, only watched her from the door ajar. He saw her lying with her hair on her face, he nervously returned to the room. This dream ordered him to leave soon and, on the other hand, to endure, but this meant a strong pain in his temples, as a result of the restless dream that was becoming excessive. Although some incongruity was deposited, this was brief and all in the dream, his adhesions were buried. The day came quickly. Adolph told him not to say goodbye, they would soon see each other. Isabel appeared and gave him a kiss. Aurora promised her a surprise when she was playing with her pet, a white Setter dog. Martina gives him a flower, asking him to communicate and take care of her. The door was opened by Martina, and Ludwig saw that the enemy mist was above as acidifying, higher than all the vaporous trees.  Goodbye to Martina, give him a kiss that she cursed, and as she could, she made a sign with her hand.