Only Capucci remained. They all departed on different paths, and he alone remained, a trace in the desert of absence, mending the torn garment of the past and reweaving their stories, a curse that will not go away. Yet he must stubbornly continue to search for them despite that. Some of them walked the labyrinths of death with their forked ends, and others were carried by exile into the Bermuda Triangles, and news about them became nothing more than rumors with the faintest trace of truth, like a stray breeze on a sweltering day. Only Capucci escaped, in one way or another, the story of absence that struck the family like an obsessive epidemic. By some coincidence, or by some unknown arrangement, not thirty years had passed since the catastrophe until the family members had settled in different and scattered distant worlds, and Capucci remained alone within the country.