CHAPTER 67

SANDRO FALLEN ASLEEP and woke up several times, his dreams varied between absurd things and situations completely outside of everything he had no idea what it could mean, however, at two o'clock in the morning, his phone rang and when he answered he didn't even have time. even when he said hello, he recognized the voice at once, he would recognize that voice among thousands of others:

— There's a plane waiting for you to come to Barcelona.

— Sorry, I'm a little busy.

— Leave Corinthians a little aside and try to save Juan Hernandes.

— Did something happen?

— Not yet, but in a few hours it will happen.