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approaching to me with a gesture of preoccupation and… vociferating. Older than I
remembered from such night of my childhood, however he had not changed too much:
undoudtedly my uncle Kurt!

His countenance was dejected and his voice painful, saying incoherences:

–You are my unique nephew and I almost killed you. I’ve shed my own blood! A curse has
fallen upon me. O God, my end is near, why do you add this disgrace to my sufferings?...

You’ll fine Arturo, my son, –continued Kurt with plaintive voice– you’ll be fine. The
Ampej Palacios has revised you and he assures that soon you’ll be recovered. How could you
forgive me, creature?...

Uncle Kurt continued gibbering his complaints and apologies steadly while he
maintained that powerful blue gaze nailed on me.

Involved in a growing drowse, doing efforts to coordinate the ideas, I recognized in the
tense countenance of my interlocutor the known features of my mother.

As astonished I was looking at him steadily seeking for something to say, when I heard
clearly the canine sound of a growl. It reached to my ears coming from outside of the house and
it had the virtue to achieve that the remembrances be crowding in my mind. The last thing I
saw when I explored the ranch of Uncle Kurt made present as an overwhelming avalanche.

–W…hat, what were they? –I babbled, trying to contain the tremor that seized my entire
body. In the countenance of Uncle Kurt a question went painted.

–How? –He asked disconcerted.

–Th… the beasts –I said doing an effort because I felt the tongue swollen and asleep.

–Oh, the dogs, –Noticed Uncle Kurt–. They are dogs; dogs from the Tibet. Very
particular Animals, authentic dogs. Perhaps the only species that deserves that name. They are
extraordinary animals, capable to receive a semihuman training. –Involuntarilly I opened the
eyes horrorized and Uncle Kurt at noticing it he apologized afflicted:

–What has happened with you is an accident. An incomprehensible accident from which
I’m gulty. The dogs attacked you because I ordered it. Oh, God, only I’m responsible of the
greatest crime! I’ve shed my own blood!...

Unce Kurt began to repeat the previous incoherences while I was falling in the
unconsciousness. My eyes were going shutted to whom had came to visit with great illusion,
transformed in a personage of a greek tragedy, for my imprudence and improvidence!

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