After the comet had 2 or 3 nights that were "falling stars" or as some said "the sky was falling apart." The meteorites were great, and some came to Earth, but unless a cow that was in the wrong place at the right time, no casualties were reported. Uma
accepted, seen, and considering that the people seemed more full of things to do, the proposal of his uncle to stay a while and help in the bar Km 150.
Uma Like many others, camera in hand, went out to hunt the stones that had fallen. The meteorites were found to be of a rare type, which attracted researchers, curious, and fortune seekers.
The bar was still the local pub and contained all who were part of the height. Residents were still going as always but now researchers were from various parts of the world were arriving to discover I had left the comet.
So Uma was behind the bar counter of a router, but at times looked like the bar in a tourist town. Almost always be heard speaking English in a corner, sometimes even in Japanese or French-Canadian.
The mutual distrust that had each parishioners was diluted with the days and gradually recovered the relaxed atmosphere, "Uncle Carlos" helped everyone feel comfortable, proposed matches and dart frog, alternating each other from night to night. Closed only on Mondays.
Uma not sure what he was doing there, but I sensed that from behind that bar would be able to see much more than the seven tables in the bar and lights from trucks passing through the route, through Km 150 windows.
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