In the jailhouse of the ski resort of Bariloche, Ernesto opened a letter from Chichina informing him that she had decided not to wait for him. A storm raged outside. “I read and reread the incredible letter. Just like that, all my dreams ... came crashing down. ... I began to feel afraid for myself and to write a weepy letter, but I couldn’t, it was useless to try.” The romance was over. Evidently she had begun seeing someone else.
