“The roof of the barracks was leaky, the walls were dry. A strong wind slowly, with a creaking sound, opens the door, revealing a distant road on the hills for a moment. The darkness returns. Sun dust filters through the cracks, bringing life to tightly boarded windows and rows of old, rusty beds. Valentina entered. She secured the door and put the suitcase on the bed. Laura, with a travel bag in her hands, stopped at the entrance, looking into the distance..."