His friends have encouraged Juan Miel, our protagonist today, to enroll in the Triathlon of San Sebastian, through his own skill for racing and cycling. But being dirt, it doesn't know how it will unfold in not always peaceful waters of the Donostian Bay. In other words, whether the natural time would be enough or not.

In addition to the doubt, he also recalled his concern at the point of departure, when he saw the bikes put in line. When you get out of the water, among other things, you think you will find yours.

When they've hit the horn, it submerges in the water with other scientific participants. At first, like the best, between the stir and the foams generated by others. A little bit later, just one like him, something later. To realize it, just moving away from the beach. With the help of a high level of cooking it has somehow reached the buoy located in front of Santa Clara and has turned around.

Helped by the one who had hitherto lowered the tide, he's completed half of his journey and realized he can't swim. '97; That death! Raise your head and there you see the announcement of the Hotel London far away. It seems to him that he has tiny letters, but thinking that he has done half, he tries to put his head in the water like a good swimmer and catch the rhythm again. Their sessions are getting shorter and shorter, and the letters in the Hotel London announcement appear smaller and smaller.
“Nobody’s going to take my bike at least leaving me to another Zarzal, isn’t it?” There he approaches the organizers who were waiting for him and asks him if he wants to leave the test and upload it to the boat. “Retire! After all this, withdraw!”

Little by little, the letters of the hotel's announcement start to grow. He's shattered, but he begins to hear the cries of the lady and her son who are making aups from the ground.

Even if it is not for the time being, it has come to the place where it left the bike and, of course, only yours. He also awaits him. & '97; The tranquilized!

I have sold you the story of Juan Miguel at purchased price. He told us at a dinner. Someone will say that this dark situation that we are experiencing is not the time to be serious and that I am fleeing from reality. Yes, it is. Long time ago, when we are among friends, illness, vaccine, infected, confinement… death of bells everywhere, the jokes of the tanatorium, the sad funerals of a single priest. I get tired. The situation hurts me and, yes, I want to flee.

Note: Juan Miel, once picked up the bicycle, gave those he had and those he did not, and finished the triathlon in the first forty. Anything to escape the water.