August 5th

Today, from the early morning, it was sunny. The heat was so intense that even in the shade, there was no escape from the relentless scorching rays. The wind barely stirred the leaves of the olive trees frozen in stillness. And the sky was so bright and cloudless that it seemed as if an artist had spilled their paint across the heavens. The street thermometer showed 28 degrees Celsius. Only fans provided relief. On the street with a small number of houses, lived three families and a lonely old man named Oscar Moreno.

Diaz

It struck nine, and in one of the houses on this street, the whole family had gathered at the table half an hour ago. It consisted of three people. The family members were having breakfast and enjoying their day off. Their surname was Diaz. The husband and wife were discussing what they could give their neighbor, Benjamin Navarro. After all, tomorrow was supposed to be his birthday. So, a party was planned, to which everyone was invited except for the old man, Oscar Moreno.

"Well, what do you suggest we give Benjamin?" asked Martina Diaz, pouring freshly brewed coffee into her cup, and then into her husband's cup.