The Park

Jorge was not worried about this and completed the equations. – Thanks a lot! Vicente was thankful, when Jorge finished. The man came back to keep the sheet of paper and extended the hand for the visitor. – Obliged and he comes back again when to want. The man folloied Jorge until varanda. – Which the way shortest I to arrive at the road? – The track of the left Catches and later the way of the right, it does not have as to make a mistake. Jorge moved away itself, following for the track. He followed thinking about Vicente.

Although the aspect rude, the man was instructed. First it received it with diffidence and when knowing who it was, became gracious and finally, he was anxious to see itself exempts of the visitor. It had something strange in the attitude of that man. Perhaps he was something related with the theory of Lacombe. The mathematical formula was to the side of the project of a machine. Now, that type of machine was and which the purpose, it was impossible to know. Passing for jatob, Jorge calculated that he was in the certain way.

Soon ahead it would be the bridge on the stream. A dry mist appeared suddenly. A cinereous cloud started to involve the park. Jorge estaked disoriented. It badly could enxergar the way. He felt marshy land under the feet. Again he had caught the wrong way. He came back stops backwards until finding the track. Now not wise person so that side if to direct. The visibility arrived at one five meters of distance, for beyond, only enxergava the gray color of the fog. A thunder sounded distant. Tired and annoying, Jorge recommenced to walk, without exactly knowing if he was if approaching or if moving away from the house way. It started to blow and the wind wasted the fog.