The city is surprised, its cheeks redden in the manner in which this happens when one receives an unexpected gift, a pleasant surprise, good news. The spectacle lasts only a few instants. The last notes end as the cities which populate this city take form. The Ballerina returns to her uncomfortable immobility, Durito turns up the collar of the trench coat and makes a smooth gesture towards the display window. Health and until eternity, my beloved troublemaker.
Happiness is like a gift, it lasts for a moment but it is worth it.
Durito crosses the street, arranges his hat and continues to walk. Before turning the corner, he turns towards the display window. A hole like a star adorns the crystal. The alarms are ringing uselessly. This city is sick.