Chapter 17

• It was not a question of whether or not he remembered how to do it, it was that he had to remember how to do it. Years ago, many years ago, Maximiliano had learned first aid as part of a student project, although he was a very diligent student, he had never paid much attention to the correct execution of that aid, because in his mind he said that he would never have to use it in his life.
• How wrong was that young and rebellious Maximilian.
• Amelia's hair scattered over her face, which was barely visible, her hands bent downwards and the little that was visible of her eyes, filled Maximiliano with anguish: She seemed to be dead, and he could not doubt that she was in that state, he did not know how long she had been drowning, the only thing he knew was that, not being able to conceive sleep -despite having her eyes closed and giving the appearance of sleeping-, he had decided to go for a walk in the place, he had noticed that she was not there, but he had not worried too much. "Maybe she's gone for a walk too" he had thought, not keeping any idea that Amelia was fighting for her life in a swimming pool. Only after walking all over that place, a strange voice in his head had told him to go to the pool; three in the morning, him in the pool, it didn't make any sense, but he had done it, for some unknown reason, he had done it, and it had been there when he had come across that raw scene, the one of her fighting for her life.