He can't remember the time that passed, or what happened. The darkness of his cell was the only thing he knew. From time to time, always when he was sleeping, food would appear with a small battery to recharge his lamp. Lamp that gives him only 2 unfortunate minutes of light per day. It was a fall, a real fall. He went from something high to nothing. Wait, high? What kind of high? He doesn't remember. He doesn't count the days, but the meals. He stopped counting after 150. So it was a meal like any other when it happened. The buzzing that he has not stopped hearing since he arrived in these places, has stopped. It was such a change in his world that he jumped on his feet and fell to the ground again. His legs hurt, he hurts. Fearful, he approaches the door and pushes it. She doesn't resist, not like she did when she first started in this place. Tears flow as he crawls out of his cell, out of his universe. The bunker was plunged into darkness, and it took him about forty minutes to get out. The air of the forest did him good as not possible. He dives head first into the water of the pond and drinks the water. Like a drug addict disconnected from reality, he walks straight into the dark forest at night. His mouth was wide open and he realized he had a beard. He didn't know how or why, he knew which way to go. He knew he had to go to that section of the wall and that this path existed. As if a part of him had always known that, as if he had just woken up and struggled to regain control. It was not the freedom promised on the other side. No, just a piece of land and a road. Exhausted, he collapsed to the ground and unconscious. So he doesn't notice the car that parks and picks him up.