Like every morning, Nacho came to veterinary medicine. At nine in the morning arribaria his assistant and would begin with the cleaning and care of the animals; water and food for Canaries, corn for the roosters, vegetables for hamsters. The first thing you did is turn the radio on, they spent good music and local and national news. Since the Argentine stations on these sides of Patagonia could tune, he had become addicted to the radio. Time was good, excellent auspices of work. Autumn, the Curruhuinca Hill, with the colorful in their forest was a feast for the eyes. These days they lived intensely, soon would come the season of rains and snowfall. An old ford, but proud and well charged, stood opposite the premises of the veterinary.

It fell a willing and friendly face to the colloquial talk hombreton. _ What that doctor! -how goes Don Zacarias! _ And here we walk, down to the village, getting ready for the winter, will be a year very nevador. -Do you believe? -Yes, I’ve seen down pumas to the field, when the wild animals come down early, safe winter is nevador. In those moments comes Carlitos, the neighborhood canillita, eating a few bills. He left the journal and goes to where hamsters were. -Doctor, at the afternoon come to find which gave me, I do with the female offspring, then sell them is. He laughs at the business that proposes.

-O. k. Carlitos, veni nomas. They were Don Zacarias and Carlitos, the veterinarian prepared mate and approached his desk, in the natural disorder of his roles he was when what I needed. After scoring an order he took the newspaper and had to read titles, big letters emphasized part of a speech by the President of Argentina in which highlighted the triumphal entry of the country to the new world order, the early entry into the first world and the economic takeoff, smiled _ these politicians! Mounted on the crest of the wave, total after we crashed us all, he thought.