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just thought in the phenomenons of the fatidic night of January 21, trying to interpret its
transcendental sense. In few minutes I’d reach to Cerrillos, but later, these thoughts would
accompany me for many hours in the journey that I’d undertake.

Thirty minutes later, I was guiding the car through the two hundred metres of the
driveway accompanied with my dog Canuto.

My parents, who were preparing the breakfast, were happy to see me and they expressed
it with salutes and laughers.

They were trying to erase, with their affection, the remembrance of the lived disaster. I
thanked these cajoleries internally, because I needed to acquire reserves of peace and
tranquillity, in prevision of future adversities. I knew that one hour later, when leaving, my
mind would be concentrated to analyse all the details of complicated embroilment in which I
was involved.

–It is a beautiful day to travel –said Dad while he attacked a roasted sausage of
appetizing aspect–. Drive carefully, son, remember that in the morning the truckers come half
asleep.

–Don’t worry Dad; I’ll go slowly and in three hours I’ll be in Tucumán – I affirmed
without much conviction.

Katalina, my sister, she give me the sausage with eggs, the steaming diner rolls and the
coffee. I warned amazed that I was ravenously hungry, and I realized that I had being feeding
me bad since many days ago. Feel hungry, if it is possible to satiate it, always a sign of good
health. I didn’t think more and started, to consume the breakfast.

The Property possesses a wide corridor with a window oriented towards the East, in
front of the entry path; but in the mornings we took breakfast in the kitchen. This one is
behind the dining room, occupying the South wall that has a great fixed window of four metres
long with a rustic wood table at par. The whole West wall of the kitchen is occupied by the stove
and the contiguous house.

Seated in front of the widow and with overlooking to the vineyards, I was taking the
breakfast in company of my people and I relived the nostalgia of many dawns together. But a
black cloud was disturbing my Spirit; one, as a secret Voice, was warning me that probably that
was the last breakfast consumed in such pleasant manner. Then I was fighting to chase such
lugubrious presages masticating fiercely the roasted sausage…

–See you soon Arturo –said my Dad– I’m going to go around the irrigation canals.

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