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The arrival

Awakening with the voice of a woman has never been bad. But it was surprising the level of authority with which you called lucidity. I noticed that, after shouting in the corridor when the woman quickly slipped into the bed under my cabin to loose a little bit longer. But ... who was sleeping there was Javito, what was she doing there?

I think that was what woke me. Then I realized that Maida was the girlfriend of Javito, and I was relieved to learn that he was snoring below. I went to the shower and I felt that I have gone to bathe with cold water in the morning. At breakfast, I returned the hot milk color, and instantly, we were traveling with my partner passages Population Corvi.

saw few realities as extreme as they are on the threshold, although we work much longer. Perhaps there was interesting medical records, but approached the right way, and housing, things looked pretty favorable. Then came the day that more could I talk to Andrew, my co-worker, who I had too much patience enduring my endless questions and inconsequential ramblings. He told me several things about our race, I lectured in many diseases while encuestábamos, and from time to time, I let go of some aspect of their life.

We spent almost all day to finish a small town, trying to keep people in some cases, trying to be diligent in others. At the end of the day, I noticed that my friend let out a little and was able to abandon its character as a doctor who cuts the cake, allowing some access to their world. I think he could enjoy a bit more work that seemed a bit tedious at first, and I feel that something good was all that in him. I was pleased to note that shared their experience with me, and not just With regard to medicine.

I could finally, and a little thanks to him, get me a little more in the group, share more with people, and to converse with them looser. Fish heads speak, we speak more serious things, we took a few turns to music, or the day's experiences. I filled my mouth dry as my partner, the things he taught me (and which obviously I will break this year in front of my friends) and told some stories juicy and rare in my life.

In a short time, I was just talking to Marie, another of the girls in the fifth, who as Andrew reminds me of someone from the past that I can not identify . With it we talked about why I'm in second and I was not mate them, and she tells me about his medical experience and vital. Too nice, finally the conversation for me was like an incentive to move forward. In his words, as in Andrew's during the day, I saw the future that awaits me always craved, after jumping the fence I have. My doubts also existed for them, their own desire and effort have been rewarded, despite the difficulties, and well, a lot of other things that were hidden deep inside me in the heart and now I will not draw. I thanked him for talking, as I did with Andrew the next day to open this little world, that perhaps for them not so great, but for me it was.

Then came the abstraction. Someone brought a Yiraki to boarding school and began to make it sound. I diluted in the Mena Nico pace imposed on a glass container, and is encompassed at intervals with which I held in a plastic bottle. The unison yiraki changed his intention, and so the rhythms are blended and complemented each other, in a somewhat magical connection, until either of you faltered and ended with the illusion. But best of illusion, in my view, is its end, it is the perfect stopped for long. It's like learning a new word, which gives you around for a long time in the head.

As the words of Andrew and Marie.

Tired, I went to bed. The next day, Andrew would go back to Santiago and have to slops to a group. Probably would have to work alone, and facing who knows what situation. But I felt it would be a good thing, not because he was alone, but because it would open new sides on which to think. The field always provides abundant fruit, and would have to go looking.