23 𝚍𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 1957.
08: 32 𝚑𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚊.
𝚂𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎́ 𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚊, 𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚘 𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘́𝚗.
𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊. 𝙽𝚘, 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚛 𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜.
𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎́ 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎́ 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘. ¿ 𝚄𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊?
𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚘.
𝙾𝚍𝚊: 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚜...!𝚡: 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚘.. 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚢𝚊 𝚗𝚘, 𝚜𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚛.
𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘.
ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕕.23 𝚍𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘.
𝚡: 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗̃𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚞.
𝚘𝚍𝚊: 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚜. 𝙳𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘.
𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚔𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊.𝚡: 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚢 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗̃𝚘𝚛.
-le habre la puerta. De la camioneta esperando a que suba para cerrarla y esperar a qué se marche del lugar-
X: 𝚜𝚎𝚗̃𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚊́𝚜.. 𝚖𝚖𝚖 𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘́ 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚜. 𝙰𝚜𝚒 𝚚-𝚚𝚞𝚎́. 𝚄𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎́ 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛. 𝚄𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚜.
oda: 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊..!
𝚗𝚘, 𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎́ 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎́ 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚊 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊..!
𝙴𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗.. 𝚎́𝚝𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗.-𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚣 𝚊𝚗̃𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊-