A sparkling morning, camouflaged among the few visitors, walking through the statues of Bonaria Cemetery. It's the cemetery of a city that seems to have no memory, except in its surnames on the tombstones, still today matching the name tags at the entrance of the rich villas. Well, this is the end of the adventure: from Zurich they ordered me to piss of, and the Company has promised revenge. You pretended to sell the patent to the Chinese, while simultaneously giving the codes to Dr. Morelli, just like that, for the love of humanity. The money you promised me for the two-day truce, I'll never see it, but I knew it already. I mean, I would almost say that it's all over and that we'll never see each other again, if it weren’t for this appointment you gave me here at Bonaria Cemetery, where I can’t see you, but I think it's part of your sense of humour, because it's here that you bury things, like you did with our relationship. I'm leaving for Denmark tonight, Dr. Morelli awaits me with a generous research check. Somehow you fooled us all. And I think, it's better this way.