Our dresses, that's all we had. We fled our country on a plane bound for New York City. Spanish girls searching for something. ForeverOne night, we went to the movies. The heat was suffocating. Someone on the screen urged us: "you should try your luck inland". So we moved on. We wandered through valleys and forests. We crossed the desert, wallowed in the snow and met the oceans, bewildered in the empire of landscaped cornfields and abandoned factories. We saw everything but found nothing. Looking for our new home, we even knocked on the doors of Jesus. They were locked, so we created our own religion. No pain, no gain. We slept where we could, sometimes tripping over a strange place. We played and were played, in light and in shadows. We had vertigo but we jumped, we floated. We made friends on the road and said goodbye. We got lost and were scared, seeking to escape a voyeur. Finally, we reached the West Coast, no money left. Defeated in this war. The 27 days were over so we're gone. Back in time. But a disaster occurred. It's not the end  .  .  .