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I  made  all  this  arrangements  impulsed  by  loved  ones,  who  in  their  solidarity  were
               worried  of  my  frame  of  mind  absorbed  and  indifferent.  They  thought  –for  unknowing  the
               strange  circumstances  in  which  occurred  the  seism–  that  the  disaster  had  plunged  me  in  a
               volitional shock.


                      The reasoning was not unfortunate due to, even though I had never been devoted to the
               material goods, the loss of four years of work and sacrifices resulted an extreme painful proof,
               that in other opportunity would have affected me quite bit. In that moment, the truth was
               other: my mind, since the moment in which I recovered serenity, not ceased to analyse the
               lived moments. Being absorbed by the remembrance of that infernal night, it is understood
               that I seemed to be for the sight of rest as absent and dejected.

                      Far to be thus, a deaf rage was growing inside of me, a blind furore, without obfuscate
               me, it seemed instead to be nourishing me of vital force and courage. I’d not retreat! Now more
               than ever!

                      A  week  later  the  seism,  I  was  prepared  and  ready  to  travel  off.  The  retardation  not
               affected  substantially  my  previous  plans  and  for  this  reason,  with  a  healthy  juvenile
               impatience, I desired to leave as soon as possible.

                      It  was  Monday  once  again;  I  planned  to  pass  through  Cerrillos  to  say  goodbye  to  my
               parents and, if I hurried to leave, I would reach to have breakfast with them.

                      I charged the bag and a briefcase in the damaged Ford, finally rescued within the debris,
               and I left to the adventure.








               Chapter VII




                      To say that I was not the same man that I was seven days before would wrong because,
               essentially, nothing had changed inside me. However I didn’t feel equal and I knew that I
               would never be who I was before. –As Dante, I went down to Hell and returned –I thought–. To
               live from now on with the remembrance of the Abyss, logically, has to be different.

                      But it was not only about a sinister remembrance. I searched the spiritual help and I had
               received it. It is true that the succour reached in coincidence to the attack of the Potencies of

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