(I toss and turn in my hammock, nervous about the last night of my imprisonment adventure. I get up and walk around my garden, which I have taken very good care of in recent months. The moonlight illuminates the place like daylight. The water of the river flows towards the sea without noise. No bird sounds can be heard, they are all asleep. The sky is full of stars, but the moon is so bright that you have to turn your back to it to see the stars. Directly in front of me is a dense forest, a single clearing... where the village of El Dorado was built. This deep silence of nature relaxes me. The rush inside me is slowly calming down, the stillness of this moment... provides me with the peace I need.)