Miré a Josetxo y sentí que no tenía nada que ver con él.
Dentro de mi casa el viento sopla grave. El polideportivo, ese cubo de luz, esa es mi casa.
Acto seguido nos separamos.
A lo lejos Josetxo parecía ser incapaz de memorizar. A lo lejos un dron de la Guardia Civil se colaba, una por una, en todas las fincas del pueblo.
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