them　with　a

video　camera；　trying　to　capture　the　mixture　of　determination；　pain　and　elation　on　the　face

of　them。　They　were　outdoors；　and　was　running　a　cold　to　freeze！　It　was　the　end　of　a　year　and

the　beginning　of　another　…　perhaps　the　beginning　of　a　new　era！

Although　they　ran　so　slowly　that　she　could　follow　them　easily；　Vanessa　had　left　the　bag　in

the　snow　on　the　camera　back　and　fight　for　his　boots　were　giving　him　blisters；　so　she　decided

to　return　to　the　line　of　departure；　imagining　that　the　pegaria　on　arrival　。

Dan　and　Ken　Mogul　were　still　waiting　for　her　in　the　bank。

…　I　indicated　for　some　things　…　said　Ken。　…　But　never　won　anything。　Perhaps　working　with

Vanessa　change　that。　…　He　was　monologando　since　Dan　sit　beside　him。

Dan　does　not　matter。　His　bloc　was　open　on　the　lap　and　he　looked　fixedly　to　the　halo　of　light

in　the　snow　produced　by　a　pole；　looking　for　the　exact　words　to　describe　how　the　flakes　of

snow　passed　by　the　light；　so　slowly　it　did　not　appear　to　be　falling；　but　floating。

Vanessa　suddenly　appeared　in　the　halo　of　light；　the　red　cheeks　to　run　and　the　huge　brown

eyes　shining。　She　smiled　with　the　vision　of　Dan　ridiculous　and　an　older　man　with　a　sparse

ski　seated　together　at　a　bank；　with　a　centimeter　of　fresh　snow　on　the　shoulders。　The　brown

eyes　and　moving　of　Dan　looked　at　her　from　under　the　white　hat。　He　did　not　seem　angry。　My

God；　she　was　happy　to　see　him。

…　How　long　is　sitting　there？

The　guy　in　partnership　with　ski　arose。

…　Enough　to　see　that　you　definitely　is　the　next　great　sense　of　humor。

Vanessa　laughed　again。　This　guy　was　serious？

He　approached　and　handed　him　a　card。　Ken　Mogul；　filmmaker；　was　saying。