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Chapter 5 - Changes And forgetfulness.

A few hours later a ray of sunlight hit him squarely in the face, he had slept so deeply that the Sun had to reach the zenith to wake him up.

-Danmit! I have slept like a bear and A for dreams I have!

As he sat down and saw his surroundings he could not help but be amazed again, seeing the river in the light of day and the large trees that flanked it, he got up to look around, Exploring with his eyes that area that he had only seen at night, and as if looking for logic to that situation, he removed the hair that hindered his eyes, once again he searched his pockets checking that nothing was missing, there was his wallet in one of the back bags, His small cell phone hanging from his neck, his 07 knife was still strapped to his body by the belt, there were some coins in his front left pocket, his traffic book in the right butt with a pen, cigarettes and the lighter in the front right of the chest, he took out 1 and turned it on taking it for granted to 18, The hand axe in a corner of the shelter, he bent down to take the boots and placed them carefully sitting on the couch stone, when he put it on he no longer felt the burning of the blisters, surprised he took them off to check them and nothing; Nothing else was gone! He looked at the back of the burned hand and neither, no signs of the burn, checked once again his feet and nothing, just a few small red spots where the blisters had been, unwrapped the trunk pad and put on the black shirt, looked for the white socks that they were no longer so white, and he put them on.

Putting on his boots he took the remains of the round watermelon he had left the night before, and prepared to finish it while thinking about what had happened, observed the current of the stream, observed the top of the trees, rummaged in the direction he knew he had arrived, there were a few more green balls, observed once again his burned hand and only a scar faded as if it were already very old, , he once again removed the hair from his face, and as he made this move this time he realized that there were too many hairs.

-Let them shave me, I have long hair!

He said in amazement as he held a clump of hair in front of his eyes.

-What else is weird about me? He wondered as he felt his body. -Well, I have no idea but I feel perfectly fine.

He said and while checking he realized that his safety glasses were not there, he looked for them again in his pockets and nothing.

-No! My glasses don't!

He exclaimed upset and picking up the hand axe he set out to look for them where he knew he had arrived, in the same place where he had been about to stumble the night before he found them lying on the floor, with his usual half smile he took them cleaning them with his shirt, and while he put them on he turned towards the stream thinking.

This must be a tributary of the Rio Bravo, whether I crossed the border or not, This stream has to take me necessarily to the Rio Grande, and arriving there I will take the opposite course to the Sun, so either I arrive in Reynosa or I arrive in Matamoros, no way that the cities have disappeared.

And so, he undertook the path in favor of the waters of that savior stream, as he walked he enjoyed the beautiful natural scenery that that place gave him, as beautiful and silent as mysterious, just the running of the waters through the stones broke the silence, In a haven of waters that seemed deep he took a break, washed his face and his hands once more, seeing his reflection in the mirror of the water he was amazed because of course he had long hair but not a normal length, the long hair he had always wanted to have, below his shoulders, He sat on the trunk of a fallen tree, looking towards the river without wanting to see, mostly concentrated on trying to hear something, other than the water between the stones and nothing, That place, like all those he had passed, did not emit any sound other than that of the river or the wind moving between the high treetops, nor the slightest song of a bird, nor the scraping of a squirrel, nor a cricket, nothing, I had not heard or seen even a mouse running.

"Nothing stranger than this.

He thought and yet the round watermelons continued to appear on the bank of the stream, he got up and took another of more or less the same size of the previous one, He placed it between his chest and his belly.

In order to take her to the fallen trunk to eat it more comfortably and suddenly, the watermelon slipped down her waist and rolling down her legs, she held her with her foot as if it were a soccer ball, and lifted her again doing the same maneuver of holding her with her belly and arm to take her to the fallen trunk, And once again the round fruit fell off, he took it with his hands and so he took it to the trunk, he began to slice it with the 07 knife, that he carried in his right pocket.

"So there are no birds or nests.

I thought while eating lunch and glanced at the riverbank looking for fish or snails and nothing.

-So there are no fish, a forest without birds or nests and a river without snails or fish, it even seems like a dream.

He devoured much of the watermelon and when he sat up he noticed a new strange thing in his body, when he felt his belly as was his custom after eating, he simply did not feel it, After several times he did it to make sure if it was really his belly that he felt, he exclaimed: "My belly! Where were you condemned? No wonder I couldn't hold the watermelon and it slipped, heck! That they shave me I do know or have an idea of what is happening.

He lifted his shirt several times to check his well-defined abdominal muscles, because both the high, middle and low, as well as the obliques, were very well marked, He resumed his path and began to notice some changes, although the forest continued in semi-silence.

There was a different bush with some small yellow fruits, like little tunas that smelled good, before cutting one to taste it, he thought.

-They look great and smell good, surely it tastes good, but... The same and can be poisonous, although I know that most plants and trees when they bear their fruit, soft, with good smell and taste is precisely for the animals of the forest to eat them, They digest them and when discarded, some seeds that support the digestion process, already combined with manure and the environment, germinate, thus proliferating the species of said plant, although they can be poisonous too.  

"Thinking like this, he finally decided to try one. -Total! If I was saved from the desert, what does it matter that I am poisoned.