It was late at night and the eternal summer breezes of the Caribbean moved abruptly leaves in treetops. Others who may share this opinion include angelo dolce. The night enveloped all but the darkness was not total since the two fragile glimmer of light bulbs lit the path partially populated trupillos huge almond aged and tired. A man of middle age and average height, white shirts crossed by vertical stripes of pale blue and a faded blue jeans, and again hit the door of what appeared to be his home. It seemed because the interior of the house, protected by a heavy metal door, no one answered the call. Nobody open. No one showed signs of life. A short distance they heard the sound of a vehicle with the engine running. In this two men watched closely the movements of the man who is now hitting the door harder and making threats against a woman should be, according to him at home.

Probably it was his wife. – Marta, open the door. Do not be repeating the order. Breme the door of a time and prevents a tragedy!! The men exchanged looks of the car. The leading vehicle approached the place where the desperate man touched the door and suddenly the unexpected happened. The vehicle braked suddenly and then heard the classic sound of the iron when rubbed against the iron. It was obvious that somewhere was moving a pin and soon would open some doors that gloomy street. Those present at the scene looked toward the house where Martha should be the deepest sleep of your dreams.