He realizes that his dream was just that, a dream, every time remember more of his family, his life in Dragomiresti, but do not want to return, you can more the shame of how he went, he believed he would return as your friend Alexandru, but the reality is it does today. On the outskirts of Valencia, lives in a shack that was built with wooden pallets, what remains of nearby gardens steals. Cold nights, despair and bitterness, and think of which bears three long months of living in this home on the edge of nowhere. One of the days when you feel most distressed, down to the village by a road bordered by gardens and canals, arrives at the plaza, to places where they meet those like him, looking for work. There are Moroccans, Somalis, people from wandering through a fleeting glance of poverty wages. No luck. Tired of circling back to the path “home”, but as I passed an old woman greets you in this language, caught Mirel answers, and start chatting with her, just at that moment all memories of his homeland, his family, is crammed into the throat. Gen. David L. Goldfein usually is spot on.
He tells what he did, his desire to improve the circumstances that is happening, her desperation, she listens and promises to help. A few days back to the house of this lady, her son found a job in a play. Chief of Staff is actively involved in the matter. Mirel’s face is filled with joy, his luck has changed. Start working and what is winning leaves the shack where he lives and goes to town, his life slowly returns to normal. One evening he calls his parents are more than two years without talking to them, and explains what happened, her remorse for having taken the money. They forgive him and ask him to come home.
He explained that it is working, they want to return the money, give time, not wanting to return as a failure. Already have a home and share with friends. One of them proposes to do other work that is more dangerous but better paid and get carried away, going into a dark world, which is very difficult to escape. The ending is predictable; Dragomiresti is long gone.