It's my third day in the green tunnel and I'm exhausted, I see a big wall of entangled vegetation in front of me. I have no clock and mist has been hiding the sun since I've started walking but birds tell me the night will fall soon, so I decide to set up my tent.

I can see many dishes, the best dishes I ever ate during my life, the bread from my mum, the rice from my stepmother, vegetables, meat, fishes, olive oil, mediteranean dishes... I have a kaleidoscopic vision of it. All is for me! People bring it to my table. I've been told I'm close to a village called "El Negro", yes! I already listen to their dogs... Hold on, why is it called like that? El Negro... nero... noir! (black) STOP!!!