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RESIGNED, HE CLOSED the map once more and connected the car reverse gear. He returned about one hundred and fifty feet along the dusty road until he eventually reached the last intersection, where he had chosen the wrong course for the tenth time. The road, not much more than a path bordered by high vegetation, actually had crossed during a couple of hours a largely uninhabited area. Every now and then the profile of some miserable shack or some small cultivated field could be guessed surrounded by frond, but Marcelo, for safety reasons, hesitated to stop and ask questions there.
Marcelo Ferrand had left Buenos Aires a week ago heading to Cancun, to attend an annual meeting of his company, a consultancy business of U.S. origin, in whose Latin American area wo
