go to the first floor

we left the backpacks behind the counter. I convinced myself more and more that choosing to get there was the best choice we could have made. Of course, you had to pay attention, it was possible that maybe there was someone but with all the mess we had made it would be almost impossible that they had not heard.

With Kit Kat in my hand I followed Omar on the stairs, the sound of our steps thundered with dull thuds on the steps and at the end of the stairs, on the left was another door.

Beyond which there was a large room, amazed, I looked inside, in the center there was a pool table with a green mat, a little more there a soccer and two doors.

There were also some racks full of fishing rods and some wardrobes with drawers, all three of us walked along that living room, in the end there was really nobody, the two doors were nothing but a bathroom and a small office.

Walking I rubbed my fingers on the shelf that contained a myriad of trophies, all related to fishing.

<<It's all for us >> said Omar chuckling , I looked at him smiling and pointed to him.

<< I think we should settle here! Guys, it could work! >> I said, taking courage for the thing I thought a little earlier.

<< in what sense could it work? >> Lidia asked then.

I did not answer immediately, I looked around and then I looked out a window overlooking the lake, looking at the pier and the small beard half submerged right at his side, I noticed that it had begun to drizzle.

"I mean we have a house, some land, Omar, you've worked on the farm, you'll be able to create a vegetable garden and we'll have fish in the lake," I said, looking back over both.

Linda seemed hesitant while Omar seemed more convinced.

<< not to mention the fact that there are fences, we could create a gate to close the path and a second secret exit route for emergencies >> Omar seemed to support my idea and then his eyes shone.

<< Milena look over there! >> exclaimed pointing to a point in the room, I turned and almost took a heart attack with joy.

<< oh fuck! >> exclaimed running.

A fucking guitar, resting between the wall and a chair, it was there, it seemed almost to look at me. Cream and black color.