The passage of death has sharpened the will to live. All find a new taste for pleasure, watching from afar how the black rag away from the adversary.

Lubimoff stops at the center of the square. Begins to darken. For an ear gets a rocking dance music invented by Blacks in the North America to the delight of the whites by simultaneously entering opposite another black music: the tango of South America. In the streets near new orchestras sound where there is a public facility, café, hotel or restaurant, with an English sign on your door, to attract to the heroes of the moment: Dancing.

Look to the mountain which closes the bottom of the square and on its flank guard tombs. Then looks up ….

The earth and sky ignore our pain.

And life as well.
The nightmare faded, all forgotten. For many there is no other memory of the war that the uniforms, more numerous than before where you dance teas.

Miguel confines his thoughts to this coast, which was always the domain of the happy.

The war has upset and darkened for four years. Scans the outgoing imagination and the gulfs of its banks, finding in all a cemetery.