In this moment I conceived the idea of surveillance. Yes, as you hear it! I thought of monitoring Marcel, the hours we spent apart. Something so crude and despicable, something that in my previous life would have disgusted me, I did it here! I pretended to leave for my -now usual- flights, but I came back and hid behind something that looked like a tree. So, I saw Marcel taking a stooped and tired road. His wings were folded on his back and he never thought of opening them for a moment. Not only was he walking, but at times he almost stumbled.