Every Friday, the Colonel heads to the dock in his suit, anticipating a pension letter that will never arrive, as everyone in town knows. His wife and even he are aware, but he continues to wait, burdened by his son's death.

Every Friday, the Colonel puts on his only suit and goes to the dock to await a letter announcing the arrival of his pension. But the townsfolk all know that this pension will never come. His wife also knows it, and even he knows it. But he is still waiting, living with the pain of the death of his son.—Miguel Ángel Díaz González