Pictures: Chapter 2

Out from the hospital everything was equal, but everything seemed different to her. She noticed the face of the persons who saw her scars, scars in her skin and in her heart. In few meters she saw the bus stop. She take the bus and she felt away from that white building that it had acted as mother for her to penetrate into downtown streets full of people with prisoners to arrive early to work.

She down in Boqueria'street, that smells like fish. Was gone down instinctively, it was familiar to her, she had the sensation of have been there many times. she wanted walk and breathe new air and stop hearing the smell of fish. She arrived in Nou'street, a typical small and narrow street of the ancient helmet of the city. She arrived at a square, a round square with two trees with a fountain exactly in the center, and to accompany it three sad lonely benches of wood. And then saw she,she was there, like always. Small but visible, austere but pleasant, it was here. She remembered it,she did not know why but she remembered it.She approached shyly, like whom is afraid to meet herself with one person after many years, Santa Maria rested there, majestically.

She was near home, and decided to giving back to her life. Her flat was a small apartment reformed of antique façade with high ceilings of wood. She puts the key on lock and opened the door, the darkness denied her step. She went into the landing and breath, "my home" thought, and next, ran to open the windows. The light changed the face of the house, was a very luminous flat, small but cosy. She went to her room and she left the handback on bed. She Looked the room, was how always, a double mmarry-bed occupied all the room and left little space for the furniture, only an ancient sofa was in a corner. And then it was when she saw it. A blanket rested on the sofa, the last good remembrance that she had to her antique life. She doubted for some moments and in the end she approached to the blanket, and she open the door that sorted out the room from a small courtyard. The courtyard had two lemon trees, now half dead and without fruit but in its best moment it made the best lemons that made the most delicious cakes. And then, she started to remember.

It was a lovely night of summer, the soft breeze caressed her face. Wrench on the floor of the courtyard, thoughtful, looked at the lovely starry sky. She love think about her future, in what she still had left to make, in all opportunities that the life offered her. Sudennly she sensed the cold tiles in the her back and she trembled. Then it was when He turned up, he brought a blue blanket. He put it on the floor for both, laid down beside her, and looked the stars. But she, didn't look the stars, She looked at him, and in this precise moment thought that she wanted be the rest of her life on his side.

She awakened of the remembrance when something beat her belly, and it was in that precise instant when she noticed it, an incipient belly was under the T-shirt. She was pregnant.