Chapter 57 What Is?

• Knock after knock on that wooden door and no one deigned to open it. His patience was running out like the little warmth that appeared in the breeze despite the winter, the afternoon was present, the orange color was visible more than its firmament and the whole block heard the screams of the children playing between their running.
• He knocked on the door again, until at last it opened.
• But instantly the person who opened it, tried to close it.