The Shaman
The gravel road had numerous curves as they were laboriously ascending the slope of the hill; the stones that stood in its path struck the vehicle chassis and in some cases the bottom of the fender. Marcelo, born and raised on the plains of the pampas region drove with extreme care; particularly as they climbed the winding slope he had to drive at a relatively high speed. Teresa accompanied him in silence, thoughtful and firmly holding the backpack where she was carrying the artifacts whose origin they wanted to confirm. After a half hour journey they reached a fork in the road, with the signal Tschudin had described them. Only then they were sure that they had not lost the way in the previous thousand curves. Five minutes later they parked in front of the hut that Emil had cho
