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I took from the glove compartment a lantern pen type, which exiguous light is useful
sometimes, and I descended taking the precaution to close the car for the case in which I’d have
to move away from there. One moment later I realized the opportune of the decision to stop
the car because, fifty metres ahead, the street turns narrow abruptly and it fell in a pronounced
ravine over the River Santa María which ran down, at a distance of one hundred of one hundred
and fifty metres. If I would have continued advancing with the car, I’d have been in difficulties
to turn and move back.

I was, finally, in the origin of the street Esquiú, not so far from the dwelling of Uncle
Kurt.

This presumption gave me new animus to try to orient myself; something that, I was
seeing, was very difficult.

The street Esquiú had lost its sidewalks many squares behind and, where I was now, was
just an alley of gross gravel which was extended from one to another wiring, each limits of
unknown properties. Towards the East was the river so, if this was the last square, presumed
home of Uncle Kurt, the searched address had to be in one of the both sides of the street, a few
steps from there.

I explored the side of the North which was composed by a file of three wire strands, up
to height of fifty metres, but surrounded on its entire extension by shrubberies of bushy
privets and perfectly pruned in form of pillar. I walked some one hundred and fifty metres
without finding any door or palisade so I deduced that it was at the end of a property.

Trying to calm the contrariness that I felt for such unusual situation, I crossed through
the Southern side and I restarted the quest. This property was better limited due to I
discovered soon a thick mesh with rhombus wires, that permitted to glimpse the tangle of the
well-known privet.

The night was turning impenetrable, reducing the help of the small lantern, and for this
reason my pace was awkward and hesitant, while I revised inch by inch that tenebrous stretch
of the street Esquiú. When I was already despairing to find an entrance in that wall, occurred a
miracle: an enormous pipe gate and mesh emerged from the shadows almost at the end of the
street, at some ten metres from the ravine. I oriented the halo of the lantern inwards but, just
as I supposed, I didn’t see any construction but a path, formed by two parallel traces, that was
lost in the obscurity. At the left was appreciated a well maintained plantation of vines, small
and filed with racemes; at the right boundless seedlings of stocked orchard.

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