A Marcos liked to sit in the sand on the beach to watch the rolling waves. Anyway there was not much to do. He had lost his home, his family and was working alone and on the street.
This gave him time to think, see why things had gone wrong and try to redirect his life for a better future.
Mark was convinced that sooner or later the luck would bring some surprises to help him raise his head and get his life back, but the truth is that we were months I was on the street, and sometimes wavering forces .
In the morning I used to get out of the small hut that had been built with the remains brought the tide and some boards that he encountered, and he approached the most populated area to try to get something to eat. His good looks and kindness who successfully made everyday a plate to put in their mouth.
But one morning he got up as usual, and when they went to the place of habitual beggars, saw there was no one to pay attention. Missed the hours passed, and seeing that he was getting nowhere, turned back to his house.
When you get something through his body, and understood why nobody paid attention ... could see inside his own makeshift home decaying corpse on the sand.

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