However, on the outskirts of Son Servera our legs were very tired because of the tremendous weight of the team. We decided to hitch-hike. We wanted to reach Arta that night and to camp and sleep somewhere quiet. We climbed to the first car that passed, driven by a heavy metal called Joanot.

-Well, then, where are you going? And what are you doing?

-We don't know, we look for a Path that will be announced to us at the right time and then we'll see.

-Ah, you're one of those fucking Buddhists who have been arriving in recent months!

-Something like that.

I was sitting next to him and Antonia behind with the equipment. I saw her blond face in the rearview mirror looking at the landscape next to the road while Joanot didn't stop talking. The sun's rays was reflected in her cheeks and her eyes were still and wise. I thought that she and me were one, like two gold pyrites embedded in the center of a granite rock. Then she looked at the mirror and caught my eye and smiled at me before the sun's reflection blinded her.

-They say that there is one who is the boss of all, called M.A., or something like that, who is like a fucking enlightened, although nobody has ever seen him. They say he appears and disappears when he wants.

-Don't believe everything.

-I would like to know more about this whole mess of fucking Buddhism ...