Like a Dog without a bone and acting on your own

February,12th

“There’s always an explanation, my friend. And if there’s not, it doesn’t mean we are in front of a miracle. We are seeing our ignorance instead. It means we are not in conditions to understand the reasons of the phenomenon yet.”_{Valerio Massimo Manfredi}

Evening. The sun keeps staring at me. Round and orange. The same fat old sun that long time ago illuminated Alexander Magnus on his way to the end of the world. Cows eating grass. A Skunk, rolled over by a car, gathered by the side of the route. One light post, two light posts, Three light posts, and the counting continues until you yawn and start feeling drowsy…

“You are now entering to hell, Population  39.847.948 lost souls”

And the sun got red and rest on his half now. And old and abandoned chapel. There´s a lake of fire going on the opposite direction. Sulphure in the air. Gas station at 1000 meters. “we own your future” a sign prays. They own my future. They own our future. And of course there could not be hell without a Mc Donalds. “Our Big mac is to die for”.

Quilmes 800 meters. Finally. This is the end, my friend this is the end of my trip. There’s a killer on the road but it doesn’t matter. Because, you know, This is my town.

Sincerely, Mr. Mostache