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St tells me it's dawning. The light slowly spreads around us. The bonfire fire went out. Joe and Fu are gone and neither are their backpacks; they will have already left. We're hungry, so St fetches some fruit from the trees. With his mouth still full, she asks me if I'm ready to leave; for me it is fine and, after a few minutes, we are already with the backpacks on our shoulders, towards the first sign to follow. After about fifty steps we enter a dense forest full of shade, due to the thick and very tall trees. St tells me that you can only see small patches of sky. The birds sing divinely and from time to time squirrels dart a few meters from us, cutting our way or flanking us. I stumble on a log skewed, but luckily St has time to hold me back and stop me from falling. Every now an
