The best holidays that I remember were in a course journey, in 8^th grade. I was 13 years old. Well: they were not exactly holidays; it was in October, and was our start to say goodbye to this part of our lives, and move to the next level of our studies. So: I remember that I didn´t have much money and my partners either, and then we decided to go to the refuge of my school, the Instituto Nacional, in “El Tabo”. We stayed for four days in this place, but I felt them like five minutes (as Victor Jara in his song): It was AMAZING. And it was amazing for one reason (I think): many of those that went to that place never came back with us in the class. There was such a joy, and at the same time, melancholy. We felt that we left something of our lives there to win another: that growing up means leaving things behind, and in that time and this place, we knew how much we loved one and other.