Good evening or good night to all, depending on whether you get up or even with one foot already in bed! As promised, here the new update! I warn you: it is a bit 'longish and could be tedious, especially because there are parts written endless. Where have I been able to cut and added pictures to make it less boring to read ... that said, I hope you like e. .. under the cut!
The sun that day was more lively than usual. The dunes of the desert Simsahara sparkled under the rays and mingled with the skyline. For anyone that heat was unbearable, not to the locals, not for Diego
"What will Mr. Diego now?"
Diego looked at the landscape around him, as he always did before leaving. Captured with wide-ranging exotic smell that he knew all too well. As if those small things we could keep him longer in the sense of being there again. Why him that the land he loved. He loved the effect of radiation on her skin, that almost oppressive heat that struck him when he went out from the shadow of a house or refreshing from the dark damp of a pyramid. The sun here was unique. It was bigger, more heated, there in that blue sky away from the gray of the industrialized world, ruled over all that was visible to the human eye. And every time Diego left a part of himself when he came in Sunset Valley.
"I have to go home ..." he almost whispered that last word. His real home was there, among the infinite expanse of golden sand dunes.
"I believe Mr. Diego that she would remain here forever "
-... If I could
...- Jaber had greeted his trusted assistant for many years, the guardian of the Pyramid that Diego was exploring and which he had devoted the last two years of his studies, after which it was directed towards the jeep that would lead to the airport. In front of the camera had lingered a little longer ', looking back the mighty pyramid arose from the desert. Would be back soon.
Several flight hours later, he again placed his foot on the tarmac of the airport of Sunset Valley. Looking around now what we saw was very different. Asphalt, concrete, buildings, cars, people running here and there in the hectic routine of every day because the weather was too little to do whatever they had to do. Everything reflected the great distance with Al Simhara. Wasting no time he took the luggage and a taxi was made to take home. He checked his watch. Eva was already at home. The route now knew by heart, how many times had he done? He could not answer ... since he was 18 years traveling all the time for Al Simhara ... Now I was 26 ...
The first plane trees on either side of the road indicated that they were close now. For three years now no longer lived with his family. He and Eva had rented a villa on the outskirts, in a new and growing area, with wide tree-lined streets and greenery. Diego never liked the crowds of the city.
The driver had pulled in front of the house, he waited for Diego and disbursed it to take the luggage, after which he was splashing off leaving him standing at the beginning of the driveway . As expected Eva was already home, his car was in the garage and the house lights were on. Without further delay was headed for the door
He had not even had time to ring the bell that Eva had opened the door and had jumped in his arms
"Diego! You're finally home! "That embrace the
was taken aback, that we lacked a little off balance. "I would say to someone miss me," he said, laughing. "I miss you always"
feel up close and realized how much he was missed. The close was even more to lose then in her lips, first tenderly, then more demanding. Careless storage of still out in the middle of the driveway, he had raised and brought into the house, Eva, however, stopped him just as he was about to climb the stairs to the bedroom.
"We have to go to dinner with your brother!"
"Oh hell" Diego he had forgotten "we will tell you that the plane was delayed"
had taken up the stairs again, but Eva had stopped
"No! It would be rude for us to be late! We have all night for us. I'm going to prepare myself, "said she ran up the stairs and was gone, leaving a not so happy with Diego. Actually had been a bit 'fed up, not seen for more than three months and she was thinking of arriving on time for dinner? It was typical of Eve, was stronger than her, and hated the latecomers would not have delayed it for the world. But that evening, after three months since the string, could put aside that his stupid mania.
A half hour later, after a quick shower and a change of clothes, his brother Mark received him in the house he had recently bought
Marco after high school he had joined the faculty of architecture. Since the beginning, had proved to be brilliant and was a graduate on time after the expiration of five years with the best. It was not difficult for him to get a job at one of the most prestigious architects of the city. They were very fond of him and Diego. Whenever Diego knew he needed to rely on him.
"Hello Red!" "Hello Indiana!"
Emma was the girlfriend of Marco. Friendly, resourceful, artist. Working in a small boutique in downtown as a saleswoman, but dreamed of seeing remove his clothes in the catwalks of Milan and Paris. She and Marco Diego's eyes were the perfect couple. A few minutes later they sat at the table. It was a quiet dinner. There was talk of this and that, the main job, Diego was trying to not monopolize the conversation too with its pyramid, even though he would more than willingly. Eventually the time had flown, the table was completely cleared, only a bottle of Dom Perignon in the center and four glasses. "What toast?" Diego had leaned forward to take his glass.
"Emma and I wanted to tell you one thing" is an important thing and we wanted you to be the first to know "
" We're getting married! "He exclaimed happily, taking his hand.
"Ma .. is excellent news! "Diego and Eva stood up to congratulate the future newlyweds.
Later, while the girls were in the kitchen washing dishes, Marco had asked Diego if he had made by a witness and Diego had accepted enthusiastically. He knew what those two were in love, she knew that Emma was right for his brother.
few glasses of Dom Perignon after, Diego turned the keys in the framework and sets in motion his Aston Martin, a gift that Mr. Lujan had made at the second degree, of course he could not afford it! He was really happy for his brother, and Emma. Already imagined the joy of his parents when they received the news! As he drove, he was so immersed in these thoughts that he had not even noticed that Eve was by his side remained silent all the way, Eva was known for being a great talker usually. He had noticed that strange silence only when she had slammed the door of the car in the driveway. He was about to tell her not to slam the door so hard, Eva briskly but was already on the landing and was coming home. Then he realized something was wrong. He had been leaning against the car a few minutes by local mind to understand what he had done to anger her. We had taken so long to guess a single word: marriage.
"Eva is waiting!" "I'm tired, yesterday I did the night in the lab, I go to sleep, good night" and not even worthy of a look was gone up the stairs.
Diego, seized with a fit of rage, had thrown a fist against the door behind him. He refused to believe that they were already fighting! He had just returned home after three months and already is beginning again ... without a second thought had taken the keys a minute before he had thrown on the table and walked out. Had set in motion the Aston and had gone at full speed around the town sleeping.
The car sped silently while the houses were becoming more rare to give way to the coast by the white sands.
was now ... how? maybe a year? Almost a year since the story went on. I still remember the outburst. It was a quiet day, one of the few times that he and Eve could have lunch together, given the work commitments. They spoke of the future of his doctoral thesis, projects that had in mind. He had never thought of marriage, Eva obviously yes. And he went out with the phrase "in addition to work and your argument, we might think of us, to settle down ..." He did not immediately understood. Settle down? Cohabited together already! "Actually I was thinking of something more serious, I thought the wedding" Diego was left open mouth with his fork in midair. Marriage? It was something that seemed so far away, too far! She was a mere lab assistant, he was still a graduate student who received a meager wages as an assistant professor. I could hardly make ends meet with the hiring of Home and expenses. Getting married meant to lay the foundations for a family at that time that they could not afford. It had left a great fight, the first of many. He led
for hours. He had not realized how fast time ran. He remembered that he had spent an entire day traveling, yes and no that was 4 hours of sleep the night, but was not at all tired. Or maybe it was, but did not want to go home. He approached the car and went down to the beach to clear up a bit 'ideas. The cool air of dawn was precious to the bursting head studded with all those thoughts
The sea was flat, a table. Only a few waves occasionally breaking on banchigia. The view that opened before him was wonderful. The steep mountains descending to the sea reminded him of his childhood, his youth in his parents' house. His parents ... not yet gone to see them off since his return. He glanced at the clock, had recently passed the five and the sun was rising. It would remain there for hours and hours but common sense told him to go home. I expected a busy day.
It was 9 o'clock when the ringing phone woke him at home. We had put a little 'to understand why he was on the couch in the living room. I remember the night before came back immediately to mind, in the meantime, the phone kept ringing. He did not want responding. Eva was not there, probably went out for some time. It would have the opportunity to say goodbye to her and enjoy a delicious breakfast of his mother.
few hours after parking his car in a reserved seat in the long avenue of the university. Here is another of the few things he loved Sunset Valley: that building brick, an old mansion house, the faculty of anthropology that had been her second home and was still. He crossed the yard in a hurry, quickly waving the secretaries in cigarette break and ran up the stairs on the third floor, where he knew he would find the professor. Indeed
not mistaken, was there, standing behind the table in front of the shelf, intent to find another book to add to the pile that occupied his desk "Professor Lujan"
"Oh! Diego! I was wondering just when you'd come! "
" We hope to get a bit 'before actually ... but you know, I went to visit my family and my mother had just prepared breakfast ... "
" Ah the breakfast of your mother! It 's been a bit' last time I ate those delicious croissants! They are also more good than they do in Paris! But now just think about the pleasure and duty to pass, we a bit 'of work to do "
They sat at the desk in front of a huge amount of paper that contained all that Diego had noted in the last three months. Photos, cards, stratigraphic units, was to talk for hours, but the main issue was one: The hieroglyphs of the pyramid. For all the scholars that it was known as "the pyramid silent" and was insignificant when compared to other Egyptian pyramids. For example, the sarcophagus of the pharaoh had not been found and as the pyramid had been explored in far off it was concluded that there was no mummy buried there. The glyphs were talking about a pharaoh XVI of the dynasty, Anhaksimon, and that probably should have been his place of eternal rest, but apparently was not the case. While other archaeologists had shelved the matter and closed the case, Diego and the professor were not as convinced of the noise of the pyramid. How could one of the great pyramids of Egypt did not contain the burial chamber? So they had spent the last two years to the giant stone. The tunnels inside were infinite Diego and only now could claim to have visited and documented it all. The walls were covered with glyphs, there were thousands of them, tells the story of the pharaoh or the content of ritual formulas or curses. But there were some who were placed there without a second Diego sense. Or rather, made sense, but it was in the form of simple annotations of various kinds, about trivial things, we never, ever would have been entries in a Pharaonic tomb. Then there were others who had been covered and become illegible. Those glyphs
not convinced.
"Indeed, the formulas are not normally found in a Pharaonic tomb. And 'certainly unique, I was amazed as you when I received your fax. This is why I contacted someone who could help us, an expert in hieroglyphics "
The words of the professor had surprised he did not expect that the great professor Lujan could seek help from anyone other than himself or Diego, had refused to have dozens of assistants who would pay gold just to work with him and had always trusted only one person, just Diego. I looked after him when the professor pointed with his hand a young woman coming toward them.
elegant bearing, long hair, blacks, white skin like the moon, he had never seen that girl in his life. She stopped before him, had peered with his beautiful blue eyes and had reached out "you must be the famous Diego! Pleasure, I am Lourdes, Loudes Lopez Lujan, but you can call Lola "
Diego's only answer he had shaken hands, but he remained silent, looking a bit 'confused after what he heard.
had heard right? "Lourdes Lopez Lujan? It was just a coincidence that the girl bore the surname of a professor? It had to be, moreover, the professor had never talked about children ... think about it even if the professor had never talked about his private life ...
The teacher must have realized the predicament he had created and had acted "Diego, I present my daughter
Well, that yes it was a very strange situation. Who would never said that Mr. Lujan had a daughter? Diego looked at the teacher, then her, then back to the professor.
"Dad! Did not you ever say that you have a daughter? "She must have understood the confusion that reigned in the head of Diego
" No, that is, well, 'well, there is not never been the occasion. .. "
" ... but, Lourdes work at the Louvre and takes care of the department of Egyptian antiquities, his thesis was published on hieroglyphics e. .. "
" What we want tell my father ... "Lourdes was visibly broken embarrassed the praise of his father "is that from now on we will work together, Mr. O'Connell"
had given him a loving pat on the shoulder and was directed to the desk where there were scattered all photos and notes that Diego and the professor were watching a few minutes before. Diego had remained motionless in front of him staring at the blank space until just seconds before there was Lourdes, then he turned to the professor, "He has other children to introduce you?" They both laughed, then they Lourdes reached the desk and were put to work.
They had spent the whole afternoon in the study of the professor to study data collected by Diego. Lourdes was very competent, sometimes the other two were hard to follow, talking, watching, trying relentlessly. Every five minutes there was a new book to read. All in all, however, was not so unpleasant to work with her, were not so different you and Diego, who also put the same passion in what he did. Still he wondered, however, why the professor had ever spoken to her or why she had never showed up in all those years, certainly not in Sunset Valley, but Al Simhara because it was un'egittologa she and her father was the greatest living archaeologist. It was a bit 'absurd thing effectively. The afternoon was flown in the evening had come, but the three continued undeterred, oblivious of the passage of time, until his eyes casually Diego did not fall on the pendulum by the door. Heck, it was nearly ten o'clock at night! Eva was waiting for dinner! He mumbled a few words in haste to the other two and in the blink of an eye was already at the door. "Then check the flight tonight?" The voice of Lourdes behind him forced him to stop. They had to leave ... had to return to Egypt, was required because Lourdes could examine the hieroglyphs ... not that sorry, the problem was to tell Eve. "Yes, look your message at any hour of the night, "said this was way over to the car. As he drove strongly hoped that Eva had been late to work that night, did not want to see her angry, he had already been enough the night before. False hopes his ... As soon as you are on the way home, he could already see the lights of the bedroom on. "I'm home," she said, but had received no response. Down in the living room was all spent, it had risen to the top floor. Eva was lying on the bed reading a book
"Eva, darling, I'm sorry I'm late," he said in the most compassionate as possible, hoping for a miracle
In response, Eva stood up and without even looking at him had left the room. "We did not realize the time," Diego had tried in vain to stop it. She was angry, and not a little. He had found down in the kitchen, intent on making something
"Eva" "You have no excuses, Diego!"
"The s. .." "I have not even had dinner waiting for you, do not you come back for lunch, dinner either, you know what? I prepare my dinner, you do what you want "
" I'm sorry, I know you're angry, but try to understand ... "" No, I do not try to understand! "It was useless, no matter what Diego said at that time made her even more angry, even if it were prostrate at his feet he could calm her down but as the blame, was not wrong. "It 's the first day you're here, we've seen for three months and what do you do? I'm tired of being put in second place by your work! "He burst into tears. He had promised not to do it but it was stronger than her. Diego had a strong grasp of its own.
"Sorry, sorry. I ask the last effort, when my thesis will be published, I will calmer, I have more time for us and we might think of our future "at these words her sobs began to diminish until Eva had not completely subsided. Diego was able to reassure her. In the end she knew what it meant having to prepare a thesis. But he had yet to receive the blow. It's heartbreaking to see her like that, but he did not leave. Apart from the fact that for him was that distant land all his life, this trip was necessary. He felt that with the help of her daughter's teacher would be able to talk to his pyramid. It was not the right time to tell Eve that he would leave again, but it was necessary. Still held close in his arms. "See ..." he began, but did not know what dose the word and tell him as best as possible "... We have identified a track. We are sure that is correct, is the decisive one, but from here we can not follow it. "Eva was immobilized, rigid in his arms, he knew what he was getting. "I have to leave, probably tomorrow or the day after"
Eva had raised his head and looked at him, he could not believe his ears. Was happening again. He had just returned and told her she had already spread. It was removed from the hold and was rush Diego living room, trying not to burst into tears again and especially to calm the anger that was going to explode inside her.
"Eva, I know you're angry, but I have to leave, I must go! Otherwise I will never finish this thesis and all these years of sacrifice will be thrown to the wind! "
" Sacrifices? "Eva could not believe what he heard, but she was tired of fighting. Do not take it anymore.
"If anybody here can speak of sacrifices that I am. For you were not sacrifices. The archeology is your passion, not mine. You also discover, I I stayed at home for weeks, months, alone to wait. You know what? Parties! Do what you want! Parties if this trip can get you the argument, but until then we found another house! "
I was throwing out of the house? Yes, I was throwing out of the house! "Eva this is unfair, be reasonable," but had not paid attention to the last attempt to reason with her Diego, had climbed upstairs and went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Unnecessarily Diego had knocked on the door, but she did not want to. He had left his suitcase and go do his, then he would leave for the Simhara soon as possible, he needed to go away from there. He was pretty sure that the situation was resolved on his return.
The next morning he was awakened in his old room at his parents' house.
The memory of the night before was still alive. The clock was six and half past the morning. Still sleepy, he got up to go to the bathroom, but something in the ground he had tripped and almost fell, was the case. It was immediately pointed out that Lourdes had to inform him on the flight! In the pocket phone was not there. He gave a quick look at the room, was on the nightstand. There were two messages and a missed call, all of Lourdes. The first said, "In Flight hours Simhara 8.05, aspect your confirmation, "the second left after a few hours, he said" I booked the flight for me and for you, part of the plane with you or without you "nice girl. He looked at the clock again: 6:40. It was very late. In a hurry had placed the last things in the suitcase. He had to change, but there was no time. He called a taxi and arrived at the airport five minutes before they closed the check-in. Lourdes was waiting for him near the bench, arms folded and slamming his foot. Luckily it was all spun smoothly. Of course they did everything in a hurry and wanted to lynch him Lourdes because he had run in heels to reach the gate, but eventually were managed to get on the plane. Two airports and several hours after the flight had landed at Al Simhara. The mere fact of being there had made him forget all his problems. She could not wait to put the field on the banks of the Nile, just below the great pyramid. That evening, however, had to "settle" the house of Professor Lujan. He had never used all those years that was back and forth from the Simhara, but Lourdes was not wrong then "it's dark now, it would not be able to pitch a tent in the middle of nowhere" and did not mind the Certainly the idea of the hot tub!
was a very simple house, white brick, in Arabic style, surrounded by golden sand, a few palm trees here and there and in minimal decor. The professor had always told to use it during its excavation, but it was not for him. There was a small clearing on the banks of the Nile was found in one of his first outings since then was always there, tent and sleeping bag. He liked to be in touch with nature. In the evening, away from city lights, there was the sky brighter than he had ever seen around him and the silence of nature, the world as it should be when it was created. But for that night would have been satisfied with a comfortable bed.
The next day he had risen to early, had a shower and was dressed. He also prepared the tent and camping thing because the evening would go directly into his paradise. Lourdes was waiting at the foot of the stairs
A delicious aroma coming from the kitchen. Probably had prepared breakfast. At first glance he noted that Lourdes was very accurate. Sure, he had the boots and work pants, but had never seen an archaeologist who went on the field wearing makeup and nail enamel. Evidently, he thought Diego was not very practical for excavation, since it was locked in a museum. "Good morning," he said with a loud voice "the breakfast is ready, and explore the mysteries of cursed treasure and incomprehensible "she said jumping and clapping her hands, looked like a little girl in front of an ice cream cone
At the table there was a breakfast fit for a king: fruit, jams, Nutella, fruit juices, coffee, milk, cereal, toast and warm croissants especially emanating smells heavenly. Diego was accustomed to a bit 'of coffee and some cookies. "Breakfast is important, especially for us that we should sweat a lot today '," said Lourdes seeing the puzzled look Diego. "The croissants I made them take a baker's in town, here are the best to Al Simhara "" I know him "Diego said," but how do you know? "the demand arose spontaneously, as he had never seen in all those years. "Well I spent my childhood here, my mother and we moved to France when I was in my 14 years" What had surprised at first, but not that much, do not really Lujan was the daughter of Professor? From what he heard then, he had concluded that Mr. Lujan and his wife were to be divorced or separated, but he would not go into detail. Of course is that everything you hear about their past, more and more convinced that as a family had an eventful past.
after an hour, minute by minute less than they were before the great pyramid. For Diego that was a vision! "Wow!" Exclaimed Lourdes "I do not remember so high ... I came here around us often to play as a child, sometimes the keeper took me inside. It was the only place where my father made me play because there were not many tourists because of the indifference which had been left by the superintendent, who advertised the other monuments. Stupid things that little I've seen and I can remember, this pyramid is very beautiful inside "Diego was limited to" I agree with you. " He had a little 'prejudiced on that girl, first because he did not like bookworms. From what I had heard he had little experience in the field and had preferred to immediately work in a museum. Diego did not have a good relationship with museums, he represented the death of the past. Stelae, statues, lintels, columns removed from their place of origin and closed within four walls lost their magic. Second, nail polish and makeup were not liked, it has also been exaggerated, but they gave the impression of not would have dirtied their hands so easily. He had to admit, however, that began to please him.
enter the pyramid began to work immediately. That first day we would be limited to a simple reconnaissance, Diego did not need it because they knew the corridors and rooms by heart, but Lourdes yes, he needed to take stock of the situation, before starting work.
"This is one of the unusual things of this pyramid ..." Diego had stopped in front of a tomb in a stone niche
"from the examinations that the block of stone was added at a later moment "
... and covers the wall behind ... and it is clear that this is not a royal burial "
" Exactly! "
" So why the tomb of a servant of the court was made here to cover a wall of hieroglyphics? In those days it was unacceptable a thing, writing was the symbol of power, the Pharaoh would not allow even one glyph was covered "
" The same thing I thought me and I thought that we should move the block of stone "Lourdes nodded" you know someone who can help us move? "
" The guardian of the pyramid ... could get someone a bit 'of rope and a bit' of the men and we should do! "
The tour was filmed for the infinite weirdness of the pyramid.
"This room ... I've never seen so ... is unique, is not it? "
" You're not wrong! Everything here is unusual! From lighting to floor ... and look at these statues
"I'm weird ... appear to be guardians of Anubis, but I've never seen this kind of ... and this stone ... is not a local stone! "
" No wonder the market of foreign material, What is amazing is that I tried in every conceivable manuals, but the use of this stone is attested only in India! "
" What you have gone ... so far? "
After the reconnaissance, they decided to leave. They left the sun was setting. Diego had taken the necessary from the jeep "sure sure you do not want to go home?" Diego had shook his head "Believe me, where I go is much better, you could come" "No thanks" Lourdes shivering just thinking about "Insects and strange night noises are not for me "had set in motion the jeep" see you tomorrow morning "had made him a wink, after it was splashed away, racing over the dunes. Diego had to admit that he could get by quite well to drive that big car. He was left alone. From the right came the sound of the river running slow and quiet. The sun was disappearing behind the horizon now, had to hurry if he wanted to pitch a tent in the dark. Later
Diego could finally relax by the fire while she cooked a bit 'of food, turning round and round the spear in hand.
was the first time since he was a party that was alone with his thoughts. Now he had come up with Eve and the way in which they had left. He was sure that everything would be solved, as usual. She would have realized that his outburst was inappropriate and would have peace as soon as he got home, now go on like this for a few months. Although this time he had thrown out of home, this had never happened. He sighed. He recalled that, until a few years earlier, she asserted, and encourages him in that job or when she was pushing him to go to the professor Lujan. Now it was all so different, now she weighed Diego put the love in his work and he had to admit it, began to weigh the fact of having to go home. Perhaps that was why he did not want to marry. No, without perhaps. It was for this. The fact that his wages were poor was partly an excuse, his parents would help him cover expenses and could have continued his argument also married. The problem is that the marriage was a relationship which involved sacrifices and that he feared would take away the time on his thesis. Continue turning and turning over the spit, now its dinner was almost ready. Diego had come to question his feelings for Eve. There were, he loved her, but he realized that he loved her enough to give up his job, then what for him was not just a job. He hated that word, work, makes it all so cold and detached. Instead he put his soul there, gave all of himself. Living away from society, in contact with a past that made everything, even the tiniest grain of sand, infinite. Those for other rocks were only for him were signs of a time when the man with the complicity of the world could do great things, where everything was difficult but not impossible. Was stronger than him. Eva wanted him to renounce all this, which is shut in a museum. Some seagulls in flight had distracted from his thoughts. Watched them fly away across the river, free. Every time she came back to Al Simhara felt like one of those seagulls off again and when he felt as if someone had plugged the wings. His dinner was ready now. It was nothing that a few pieces of meat and some vegetables, but sat there before the fire, near the Nile, he felt like a king. From a distance, someone was watching him.
Lourdes was in front of his bedroom window and looked in the distance a small light near the river, which was probably the fire that had lit Diego. Diego Diego Diego. He thought on his arrival in Sunset Valley, his was an unscheduled departure, his father was there and she did not want it known to say no, just because it was the first time since he had chosen to walk the his footsteps his father needed her, but also because he was just curious about that guy that took his father so much. He felt in his voice when talking on the phone, considered him a son and she was jealous, she was jealous because his father loved him more like a stranger to her. That Diego, I would have hated, but then when she saw something had happened. Something had clicked inside her and had failed to convey to him all that frustration that had accumulated over the years, by contrast, was as gone. He had looked into those eyes and was lost, lost forever. He could not explain how such a thing were possible. It was just ... Success! He had done nothing but think of him in the last two days, even now he could not sleep, could not understand what the storm that way. Looking at the distant fire he seemed to be together. She had been watching him for hours, as if hypnotized, only the ringing of the pendulum clock that came from downstairs had awakened. It was midnight. For a moment he thought he had to go and sleep in the river, but soon had chased away the thought. The rest did not even have a tent. He sat on the bed and suddenly felt all the fatigue that had accumulated during the day, it had stopped a moment in the pyramid.
He needed to lie down on bed, close your eyes and sink into sleep and forget everything that came into his head. But he had decided. The next day she would go to the store in town and would buy a tent ...
