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September 26, 1984 In that town the mornings were cold, and, although they were still in the autumn, that fresh and freezing air that penetrated the bones began to be noticed, wanting to immobilize you for a few moments. The surroundings of the town were immensely vast fields, thousands and thousands of cornfields covered with ice and snow. From the window of the old institute of "Santa Teresa", Martin could see the odd little bird hovering alone beneath the black and sad sky. - Ringg! -. The siren sounded, when she did it all the students knew very well that they had fifteen minutes to have lunch or chat with friends, and, who carelessly arrived late to Miss Tood's class, “language teacher”, knew that I would have the subject suspended throughout the semester. Only two days left to finish the evaluation (the penultimate opportunity, they called her), Martín and Javi went to the copy shop when that unpleasant and frightening noise that came from the stomach of the institute (youth prison), discharged all their anger in the students. Immediately everyone disappeared, that place had become uninhabited, without people, quiet, it was almost unreal. It rang again. Javi paid no attention, nor did he flinch, to which his friend staring at him exclaimed angrily: