The hours pass and Alfonso is left alone with the desert landscape and his thoughts. Lying down on the side of the car, he smokes one cigarette after another waiting for the announced rescue that still does not materialize. The sun is lost in the horizon, the flame of the lighter burns and lights the tip of the fourth cigarette, Alfonso takes a big puff and exhales the smoke into the wind in an attempt to stay calm. Looking inside the vehicle, Amelia continues to sleep. Then he looks to both sides of the road and manages only to measure the enormous space that separates him from civilization, a situation that reassures him. In a few words, Alfonso does not want to return to the everyday life he has built, he feels trapped in it, squeezed to the last drop of novelty that he could find in the same streets he has walked all his life, in the same living spaces, in the same people with whom he has shared his life. Put in this way, is it so bad to have been stranded in the middle of the road next to the only woman in his life for whom he has felt a true connection? Night finally falls on the desert and the cold forces Alfonso to return to the interior of the car. Amelia continues to sleep, surely she was very tired, after walking who knows for how long through the desert. Alfonso settles into his seat and closes his eyes. It takes him a long time to fall asleep, but he succeeds.
The next day, Alfonso wakes up with a sore neck, hanging from his seat for much of the night. He thinks he should have worn a sweatshirt as a pillow, but he has not wanted to copy Amelia. He prefers to open the door and stretch out, the morning wind receiving him fresh, enough to not make such a fuss about the fact that the people from the gas station haven’t shown up yet. Alfonso hoped they would show up during the night. Nothing to do and Amelia still sleeping in the co-pilot’s seat, will she have woken up? No, she is still in the same position she was sleeping the night before. At midday, Alfonso has made some laps around the car, he has walked to the limit of the road and the desert, he has taken the sand in his hands, it has slipped away completely, he has remembered the fox that influenced him the day before. And Amelia, continues sleeping in the same position. Alfonso despairs; at least eighteen hours have passed since she fell asleep. Has something happened to her? He doesn’t know and takes a long time before he dares to check. It occurs to him to move her from her position to try to wake her up. Perhaps she will be angry, but at least he will know that she is okay. He does it, he moves her from one side to another with delicacy, nothing. Then with strength, back and forth, he says her name, shouts her name and nothing, she does not open her eyes. Fear takes hold of Alfonso. Convinced that something bad is happening, he takes the bottle and pours what is left of the water over Amelia’s face, but she does not wake up. Without water and with his companion unconscious, Alfonso nervously meditates on the situation, which takes a dark turn when Alfonso notices that the phone has lost all of its battery life. Unable to ask for help, all lines of thought lead him to the same conclusion, the only solution is to venture into the desert in search of help. After more than a day of waiting, the arrival of external help seems to him to be an illusory idea. To remain waiting could mean not only his own death due to lack of water, but also the death of Amelia. A lot of questions impossible to answer keep him sitting in front of the wheel for a long time, it occurs to him to hit the handle to get even for the present situation. Already with sore arms, he decides to open the door to go out and start walking, and the desert receives him imposing and eternal.
One step after another, Alfonso advances through the empty road. His mind clings to the tireless gaze of the fox in the middle of the desert dunes, to the adventures of Amelia, who walked for so many hours in the desert. Can he do it too? He supposes that he has no other option, to walk until he finds help or perhaps to faint from the heat. Anyway, the situation amuses him, he feels alive, honest, whole, with a valid mission, with a different objective than the monotonous speech of simply staying alive. The sun crosses the horizon and in its movement it loses the incandescent pale tone that does not give truce, painting now the land of orange tones, then reddish, losing with it part of its intensity and making the trip more bearable. At sunset, Alfonso loses some of his initial impulse, it’s the tired legs, the feverish forehead, the dry throat that don’t allow him to move with the same ease. At the same time, he can’t stop walking, he doesn’t want to, he assumes that if he does, he won’t move again for a long time. The night almost falls completely when a new vision leaves him perplexed for the third time. Miracle, a gas can arranged on the berm. A mirage? No, it’s really there. Alfonso walks the stretch that separates him from this marvelous vision and finds the gas can, noting that it is almost completely full, enough to give new life to the car, to take Amelia to a hospital. However, as soon as Alfonso takes the can in his hands, a figure hidden among the dunes and the sand throws itself at it and knocks it down. It is an old man completely naked, with long filthy gray hair and a pronounced beard of the same color. From the ground, Alfonso notices that the eyes of the old man are shining as intensely as the stars that take possession of the sky; his vision leads him to discard assuming a hostile posture. And with those shining eyes, the old man does not stop observing, almost without blinking, Alfonso lying on the sand, while he picks up the gasoline can from the ground. Alfonso gets up from the floor and cleans his clothes with his hands. He tells the old man about the car stranded in the middle of the desert and the woman he had to leave behind to find a solution to the dilemma. However, after the story is over, the old man does not change his attitude; the gas can belongs to him and he has no intention of sharing it. Alfonso reluctantly accepts and sits down by the side of the road to rest, he has really been walking for more than four hours and night has fallen on the desert, to continue advancing in these conditions does not seem a good idea. While Alfonso is lost in thought, the old man gathers some branches and with some gasoline he prepares to light a fire, only to realize that he has no way to make a fire. Alfonso then approaches and lights the branches with the lighter, an object that causes the old man a lot of curiosity. The flames grow with the wind and the fire takes shape quickly. Alfonso and the old man sit by the fire and stare silently, both with the same lost gaze between the reddish crests and the small incandescent sparks that escape from the interior of the fire. Alfonso has not forgotten the gas can, he still has some hope of taking it away from the old man. He surprises himself by these Machiavellian thoughts, assuming they come from the desperate circumstances in which he finds himself. He decides to inquire about the old man’s motives, asks him what he is doing in the desert in the middle of the night, the old man scratches his chin and stays a while thinking, he seems not to remember what he is doing. After a long time he answers that he is looking for a woman who was lost a long time ago. Alfonso doesn’t know if the old man is pulling his leg, so he decides to ask for more details. The old man says that’s all he knows, that and that for no reason should he let go of the gas can he has with him, as it is necessary to rescue the woman. Alfonso responds, and assumes with insight, that the old man has released it when Alfonso has found it, at the side of the road. The old man goes off laughing for a long time. Irritated, Alfonso prefers to remain silent. Then, the old man gets up and from the side of the sand he takes a red robe, something is wrapped inside. The old man reveals the content hidden inside, it is a dead snake, which he presents to Alfonso, without hiding his pride as a hunter for having achieved it. Alfonso doesn’t hide his disgust for the discovery, the old man grabs the snake by its head, cuts it off with his teeth right there and buries it in a stick, which shows up towards the flames. The old man covers his body with the red robe and soon after, the snake is cooked, he takes it out of the fire and bites a piece, his face draws a wide smile. Could it be that he has not eaten in days? Alfonso wonders as he receives the piece of snake that the old man offers him. Both eat in silence, Alfonso says nothing, but the taste of the snake has seemed less terrible to him than he expected. It occurs to him to tell a joke.
- It seems to lack a bit of salt.
The old man can’t understand. Doesn’t he know what salt is? A while later, the flames lose intensity, the old man’s eyes close and soon he falls asleep. Alfonso settles down on the sand to rest, but he cannot sleep. Another time passes, the flames burn agonizingly and Alfonso opens his eyes, in front of him, the can and the old man sleeping, a unique opportunity to get the gasoline and return to Amelia. He rises carefully from the floor and takes furtive, precise steps to avoid excessive noise. He manages to get so close to the old man that he can hear his breathing. Alfonso stretches out his hands to take the can and almost succeeds, but the old man wakes up excited, grabs the can with strength, pushing it towards his belly. Alfonso pulls once more but does not manage to take it away from him. The old man gets up and tries to run away, but Alfonso doesn’t let go and, without wanting to, ends up pushing the old man and the gas can towards the fire. The can falls first and then the old man, Alfonso cannot react, his intention is to help, but the explosion sends him flying through the air, along with a great flame that rises in the air, lighting up the night like the breath of a dragon, the column of fire rises in the middle of the darkness. The cries of the old man, wrapped in flames, keep Alfonso at the limit of consciousness, completely disoriented, he tries to stay awake, until the cries stop and only the flames remain. Confused, Alfonso tries to stand up a couple of times, but he doesn’t succeed, not until other hands pick him up and carry him to the back of a truck, where he is carefully placed. The doors of the truck close, Alfonso hears the voice of two people talking. These people, fuzzy silhouettes in the darkness of the cabin, ask him questions he can’t understand or answer. Tired, he lets himself go and falls completely asleep.
The vaporous lines of the mirages, which meet on the horizon of the road at noon, form Alfonso’s body, which becomes flesh, comes alive and returns to the car in the middle of the desert. Walking he remembers the weight of noon and a bunch of foxes peep out among the dunes and receive him on his return. This fills him with joy, he takes the time to revere each one of them and wish them a prosperous journey. Smiling, he approaches the car and Amelia, soon he will see her again. A sudden impulse leads him to run the last stretch, and yet when he arrives he does not find her. Frightened, he looks out of the window to look at the inside of the car; what he finds there presses his heart and leads him to go back. There she is, but it is not her, but her body as if it were deflated, like her skin and clothes without muscles or skeleton to hold them, wrinkled and piled up on the seat. The vision is like a fabric that folds back but its tones still remember what she was. And then, from the inside, from the darkness that overflows in the tear in the middle of it, a red rose emerges that rises and the stems that accompany it take over the entire interior space of the car, until they break the windows and make Alfonso step back with blood on his hands.