It happened during a trip that Max did alone in Spain. On the second day he saw her.

The old
woman, dressed in black, was squatting with her hand extended. It seemed to Max that a special
kindness emanated, but upon reaching his height he declined to give alms. Max continued on his
way and after a few meters he stopped. Without knowing why, we turned our heads, and that is
when we saw those eyes full of evil and intelligence that conveyed a smile that changed his laugh.
The old woman kept staring at him and Max fled up the street. Days later, in another city, Max
sensed seeing her in the crowd of a street market, and felt those eyes in the depths of his soul.
Max returned to his town in Wisconsin and told the old woman's story in a mocking tone. He
burned to reveal his photos and he did so. When he opened the envelope, he thought he fainted.
There she was, in each photo she was seeing, sometimes by her side and sometimes a few meters
behind. How was that possible? When the Japanese took the picture by the sea, he was alone.
Who could believe him? In the safety of distance Max tried to calm down and try to break all the
photos. When he reached the last one he wanted to shout and could not. That picture was taken
at his home in Wisconsin, with the automatic. Those eyes were smiling more than ever