And he fell asleep a few hours, the few that were missing for noon, getting up willing to satisfy a habit that he had installed in his customs, it was Friday and as he had no job proposals he considered it useless to give another tour of the time of day, and decided that it was best to wait until Monday to look again, So he took out a denim shorts from his suitcase and wearing his sneakers and a white shirt, went out on foot through the streets of the city, With the aim of traveling the long bridge that connected the island with the bridge continent, that is more than 10 kilometers long, with the wallet in his pocket and well charged his cell phone, a cap and dark glasses, the habit he had to satisfy was to exercise, because in the time he was in prison the best way he found to de-stress, apart from writing.
It was to run every day and lift weights in the gym, thus becoming the man he was not before entering, although he used to stay fit and was attractive, in prison he learned to bring out his full potential in writing and his physical abilities, which unexploded slept inside making him what he was now, a muscular giant with his pectorals well marked, that he was admired by women as soon as they saw it go by.
Already on the threshold of the long bridge he pulled air as if measuring the distance to be traveled, Calculating that he could reach the other side jogging non-stop, because in the prison yard he had run much more, but never in a straight line and much less outdoors, he thought it would be the same, but now with a spectacular landscape, this time his stage was the sea and not the cold walls of the state prison.
It began its trot managed by the opposite side of the circulation of vehicles, the Sun was intermittent by the passage of clouds in the sky, and the coastal air was more than refreshing, and once he began to feel that his muscles were warming up and asking for more physical effort on his own, he began to accelerate while continuing to manage his breathing, he had already traveled just over 3 kilometers of the long vehicular bridge, when he had to stop due to the presence of a freighter that occupied much more space than the others. forcing him to recharge at the railing, although fortunately the driver saw him in time, and slowed down by opening a little towards the center, but with the wind he threw his cap into the sea, already resigned and smiling he looked at the freighter passing and continued with his managed and continuous trot, since he had not lost his rhythm and little more than an hour later he managed to cross the long bridge reaching the mainland, He took out his cell phone to check the time and it marked 3:15 p.m., on the other side there was a small community called San José, with restaurants and food and drink stalls and decided to have lunch, although it was already time to eat and he was not very hungry, he knew he had to eat something if he wanted to endure the trot back and did not want to hurt his stomach from the lack of food, so he sat in what seemed less crowded and ordered something typical of the place, At the moment he observed the people around him who seemed to take no one into account, but it was the opposite, because a handsome giant like that could not go unnoticed, and feeling confident he paid attention to his cell phone, opening Facebook and as he had not done it for several days he started to purge comments and notifications, although he had no relatives on Facebook, because he had no relatives anywhere, if there were a couple of peopple who interested him more than the others, and they were his daughters Melissa and Julissa, actually his only blood relatives, that although he did not have them added, he was content to put her's name's in the search engine, hoping that one day they would appear, because that would mean that they had unblocked him, they never communicated, nor greeted him since just over 7 years ago.
Neither on Facebook, nor on WhatsApp even though he had kept the same number and knew that he was blocked, because he never looked at their stories and photographs and did not even know if they had the same account, they never told him anything and not even a like they gave him, although his friend Armando kept him informed of the development of their lives, he only knew that they had been received in their respective engineering, and did not know much more about them, in that the waitress served him what was requested and he prepared to eat leaving aside his cell phone, not without first taking a look at the notifications of his WhatsApp that were non-existent, although he had few contacts he expected something from Lolis or Natalia, his two most recent friends and lovers, and the only ones since he got out of prison, although everyone would think that he was a heartthrob and indolent womanizer, the truth was that he was such an emotional man that he easily fell in love, and the overflowing passion that drove Lolis and Natalia crazy, was nothing more than the force of the abstinence of a little more than 7 sad years in prison, in which he dedicated himself to overcoming the death of his beloved wife Soul in strenuous exercise, and in the letters he wrote on paper until he became a writer, thanks to the suggestion of a cellmate who read what he wrote, recommending that he disseminate them and that's how he asked his lawyer and friend to get him the necessary permits, and pay the cost of the exclusive privileges of any prison to have a cell phone and a laptop, and so it was that the Soulless Mirror was born, in the depths of that prison in the heart of an innocent, that he had to wait a little more than 7 years for justice to be present.
A couple of beautiful girls stopped in a car to use their cell phone, pulling themselves over before entering the bridge.
- Have you seen that; Luz?
One of them says, while pointing to Martín that they were a few meters from her window.
-I don't know who he is or what he does, but right now I'm hiring him, even if it's an office boy. Luz says, ready to get out of the car, to talk to that beautiful man, thinking of any pretext, which he could not yet think of, to at least know his name and his telephone number.
- Stop things and let's go that we are far behind! In addition, that Beautiful specimen has to be a tourist and his wife has to walk around.
- You know I don't care about that! Luz says, smiling resignedly and resuming the march.