Time had come.

The worrisome of arriving punctual to what it seemed my last chance utterly

invaded me. It was a scalding feeling running through my body with a little sense of bitterness
since I had to abandon decades of hard work.

It has been 112 years since I came here. I’ve been working as an engineer for almost 150 years.
I’m tired of it. I’m tired of returning every day to this hole where I live... alone. Sometimes I
feel this would never end. But now, finally, I have the opportunity.

The speech had started. A middle-aged man claimed emphatic words about his experiences
during his 275 years. The indecipherable phrases added to the presumptuous noises of the
acoustic shell radically changed my mood. I didn’t pay attention. Anyway, I hadn’t gone there
for the speech. She had to be there. She told me she would be there

The last time I saw her was on our house. She was playing with our little daughter while trying
to process what was happening. That picture has been stealing my dreams since then.

I searched everywhere but I couldn’t find her. It started raining. A cold wind passed taking my
last hope. I was resigned to start again. Walking aimlessly, I saw a notice on the wall: “We are
looking for a man for...”. The ad was incomplete. It could have been anything. But, if it was still
true that they needed a man, I could come back. Sometimes when you plan one thing, you get
another completely different.