Sunday passes and there's nothing special about it. Uno is doing what he usually does on Sundays, except that this morning he watched a TV program. He then sits in his armchair for a moment and thinks about the people in Miami. Monday elapses and Uno seems t be his usual self and at work nobody seems to notice that perhaps he is a little different. At least he can feel it himself. He does his job, just like he always does, but he goes home just after five o'clock. On the way home, he stops at the library, but cannot find what he's looking for. Instead, he goes to a store and ten minutes later he leaves with a glossy magazine in his hand.