Martín ate and relaxed preparing for the return trot and when he calculated that the Sun was not so strong, he resumed his marathon without novelty, until after just over 4 kilometers of travel, he began to have difficulty treading, because the sole of one of his sneakers was coming off and he still had a long way to go, And throwing the shoe into the sea he had to walk with one foot in a sock, fortunately he hitchhiked to a guy from a small truck carrying fish, who slowed down to take him and left him a few streets from his hotel, and thanking him for the favor got off to look for a shoe store where he had to choose between a pair of running shoes or formal shoes, buying a pair of economic shoes that although they would not serve to run if they would be more presentable in a matter of looking for work, and at least he would not arrive with one foot in a sock at the hotel.
Night had already fallen when he passed through the boardwalk.
Perhaps waiting unconsciously for Natalia to pass by suddenly, since he preferred not to go to the park or to the Rivas Paoli beauty salon to make the appearance to Dolores, since the ignominy of not knowing all the mysteries of her life, led him by instinct to seek the company of the friend who at least already knew that she was married.
He reopened Facebook and one notification in particular caught his attention, because it was in another language that he read and wrote very well, in English, it was just a friend request that he immediately accepted when he read the name of Alice Brown and saw the photo of a beautiful woman who, when enlarged to see her better, He regretted it a little because he thought she was too young for him, and shrugging his shoulders he decided not to eliminate her, although he thought he would never meet her in person.
Hello!
Is it really you?
The cell phone girl asks through an inbox on her Facebook.
Actually, I don't know who you mean.
I don't think you know it either.
Because you don't know me
As if to ask myself who I am.
In his Facebook profile he also had a picture of his father as a profile picture and that's why he thought that the girl had no reference to know who and how he was.
Mmmh?
I mean, if you're the guy!
From the video of the thunderstorm
That you went up a few days ago!
And so he remembered that the first time he arrived at the boardwalk, he took a video of the thunderstorm of just 30 seconds, where in some camera passes he appeared and had uploaded it to Facebook, just before meeting Natalia that stormy afternoon.
Oh yes, of course!
Mmmh?
Awesome place!
Where is it?
Is Ciudad del Carmen, It's an island in southern Mexico.
He replies thinking that the girl who did not yet know where she was from, She wouldn't even know where his country was, while checking her profile information that didn't place her anywhere, but from her foreign language it was obvious that she wasn't a countrywoman, and she just indicated her date of birth and had a photo showing the same girl from the profile picture in a casual dress. which confirmed that he was very young at most about 25 years old.
I'm from Sherwood,
Within the UK.
The girl answers.
That's a long way from here!
He answers without knowing what else to say, since he had no experience in talking to young girls, much less by the Facebook messenger, much less from a place as far away as the United Kingdom, and after 20 minutes of waiting for an answer that did not arrive, his cell phone began to indicate low battery.