She tells me something about being “careful”, while I reopened the door to get again in that wrathful weather. With nauseous-ness, protecting the lamp’s flame, I try to swim in the heavy rain storm, to the place where the car will take us and drive us to the mine. The wind calmed down a little and it seemed that less water was falling. I got in front of the solitary poplars. Through the catchy weather’s, pluralism of noises, you could discern other more … different. My heart endeavored to take the size of a flea. Sometimes, in this place I saw how a horse flesh threw its master in the yawn together with the cart. I don’t doubt the stories that were flowing as folklore of that unfriendly place. The strange noise, the noise that had distortioned in the storm, was starting to become clearer, stronger. I compared it with the noise of a man that would climb down from a tree in the way he would step on a foot board of which was hitting strongly his feet. God forbid us, who would be at four o’clock in the morning in a poplar on a stormy weather?! My mind went at … Satan, crippling all my senses. The noise that was growing high was obvious it won’t stop going on clearly above my head. I could not see a thing as I lent my body over the lamp’s flame so that the rain and the wind won’t fade it. I was exactly under the poplar and the close descent of the Evil one accelerated and it was closer and closer. The storm, darkness and lack of any other person around, the fact that not even the dogs barked, generated a fear that brought me to the verge of insanity. All the stories with the Evil one, vampires, genii, grumps, ghosts and all that man cannot clarify in a life, went through my mind like a flash and in stead of running from that place, in a fatality, I go under the poplar. I was so cold and I realized that if I did not know what it was, what “that” was, I could never ever go back to that place. “Its” descent was loud, with branch ruptures and also fed with other types of noises that made you believe someone was specially making all this, ahead framed, to get you out of your mind. In that moment I was hit in the head, right on my back, then I could hear a plump. Yes, my lamp faded. The water was leaking on my hands. Restlessness I drop match after match. Finally, I managed to light one. It might have been from pity. I light the lamp with the agony of a man that has to do something that he never wished to, I turned to see the Evil one. My loping glance was looking for something at the eyes level. Nothing! God, I hope you haven’t taken my mind away! For ten minutes, although I wasn’t waiting for him, I am determined to encounter my self with Satan. I have heard him and I won’t be able to see him? Behind, there wasn’t anybody.