Serian almost nine and thirty o’clock, I returned my cousin House, where by mistake days before and after making a visit, a series of CDS needed to complete a software installation on a computer I had at home had left forgotten. Before you go I felt laziness, but I really needed those CDS, and only had to move me to the Fountainebleau area to pick them up. I thought of the tour, and did me excuse to enjoy a good music during the road in my car. And go travel. Take the 97 Avenue from the Doral skirting the 836 by 12 Street to 107 Avenue, and from there, follow Fountainebleau boulevard until the House of my cousin. Along the way, I saw a bridge under construction that rises above the 836 and reaches Fountainebleau directly without leaving the 97 Avenue, which could make the way shorter, but not, days before I had read in the local press that they were still missing three months for their completion. This gave me equal in a certain way, because after hours of traffic, any travel becomes pleasant in Miami, in addition to go in my car enjoying a good music in that beautiful, starry night in south florida. The truth is that after that tour that you enjoy, I was already back home and believed that nothing extraordinary would already imply the interruption of my work. But suddenly, and long before climbing the stairs that I would take to the room where expect me that computer, got a call to my cell phone, and in the middle of a joke that just spend my wife, to answer the call, hear the voice of my mother in a tone of despair, tell me what occurred at that time. To hear what he told me, there was a second of confusion and I lost my breath.
