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At the 21:30 hrs. Uncle Kurt settled down in a comfortable hammock, next to my bed,
and after remaining thoughtful for a moment he began to talk. He had been meditating about
what happened and he had taken a descision.

–Look Arturo; –he said with solemn tone, trying to be convincing– I comprehend that
you’ll be impatience to obtain the answers that have been brought you until here, but you must
give me time to read the letter of Belicena Villca. Is an extense manuscript and it will take me
many days to assimilate it, but it is necessary for me to do it before responding to your queries;
thereby I’ll have the antecedent about what you know, I’ll appreciate what is missing for you to
know, and I’ll be able to express with presicion.

He was awating my approval without conditions. Nevertheless, I believed that in
nothing would affect him to advance me some answer.

–I’m agree, Uncle Kurt, to give you time to read the letter. But tell me now ¿How it is
possible that the day of my arrival you were waiting an ataack of the Druids?; I mean: How did
you know that they were just to come?

–Because the previous day I had heard the buzz, the unmistakable buzz of the honey
bee, that reveals the employment of the Dordje over the Heart! Yes neffe. Since that
instant an uncontrollable tachycardia that still persists. But once again all their tricks failed
before the powers with which the Gods have gifted me, and they will be obeyed to deal face to
face with me. –His eyes shone defiant, but I wanted to clarify things. The allusion of the buzz
and the Dorje, elemets that Belicena mentioned on the Twenty-Fifth Day, when Bera and Birsha
convereted the blood of the Lords of Tharsis in Bleach, before reading her letter, that had
left me freeze of stupor.

Trembling, I asked him:

–But, then, have you heard that buzz before?

–Of course, Arturo. I heard it for first time in 1938, 42 years ago.

–And where? –I inquired with growing amazement, that went anticipating the
surprising answer.

–In the Tibet; in the frontier between that country and China. Was during an expedition
at the Doors of Chang Shambalah.

I felt the blood beating in my temples, I felt confused, dizzy, and I foresaw the possibility
to lose my senses. The room had disappeared from my sight and in my mind, along with a
thousand concepts and situations that emerged from the letter of Belicena Villca, the questions

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