"So let's move," said Linda, and then moved on. Fernando and Tulio looked at each other indecisively.
"Well, let's go," Tulio said, and then they followed Linda with Fernando. They entered a rather narrow alley where there were quite a few people talking to each other on the pavements.
"I wonder what they are talking about," Linda said to herself enchanted listening to Spanish. He was so fluent, yet clear and pleasant to the ear.
"Do you know Tulio's Spanish?" asked Linda.
Tulio knew a little of the language and was able to read some of the words, but their accent did not allow the whole sentences to be read.
"I can do a little bit, but their accent is not entirely understandable to me," Tulio replied with a slight embarrassment.
"I used to want to learn it, but when I started, I couldn't understand it," Linda based.
"You had the wrong teacher," laughed Tulio.
"You could have become one," Linda answered. Tulio laughed modestly, thinking it was a joke. But when he saw Linda say it seriously, he was slightly ashamed.
"I don't know him perfectly either, so..." Tulio replied.
"we can always learn together", Linda laughed briefly. Tulio only laughed a little bit embarrassed and lowered his head down. Fernando started to laugh at him a little, but when he saw Tulio's rather dangerous sight, he immediately stopped. Behind the pavements were houses that were above standards. It could be said that it was even a rich street, and that poverty could not be complained about in any case. Every house had a garden with garden furniture, nicely trimmed bushes and trees. Everything was in an aesthetic whole. In the end, at one point Linda stopped.
"So what was the number?" asked the woman. Tulio took a roll of paper out of his pocket with the number on it and checked it by reading the number aloud.
"11" answered the man.
"11?" is 9, 10, 12... I can't see number 11 anywhere. Linda answered looking around.
"Maybe it's at the end of that alley," pointed Fernando at the street that was leading to the left.
"Well, it's worth checking, maybe you're right," said Tulio moving forward, in front of Linda and Fernando. The street was even narrower than that, but at the very end there was a white house, which he had on plate number 11.
"So I guess it was that house, bravo Fernando you were right," said Tulio. He was the first to walk up to the wooden door and knock on it. There was no reaction. He knocked a second time. A man, quite young, looked out the window. He came up to the door and opened it carefully.
"Come inside" immediately said the stranger, inviting three guests inside.
Blu came down from the tree slowly and carefully so as not to hurt himself. He still could not fly, which annoyed him, but he had to manage somehow. In the beginning he located the place where the entrance to the ventilation shaft was located.
"Okay, to enter these ducts I would have to check how far away they were", Blu thought of the first thing he had to do. When he found the glass, he approached the ventilation cage. He tried to take it off, but it didn't work. It was an effective resistance.
"I won't open it... I have to find something hard to get it open," thought Blu. He looked around. He noticed a solid piece of tree on the ground, a branch, picked it up and started to push the iron cage away at the right angle with his tool.
"Come on, move it," blurred Blu. Then suddenly the cage, making quite a loud sound, fell off the cage. Blu was a little worried about the sound that came into being and listened to whether Jewel was woken up by accident. However, when it turned out that he did not, he entered the cage and lifted his head up. He felt a light wind blowing through the ventilation. It was a slightly cooled wind that was rocking Blu's feathers.
"it's not that high, but in case I fall, it would be worthwhile to prepare a pillow... Yes, for safety reasons... After all, it is the most important thing," thought Blu, and then he left the window to pick up the leaves so as not to hurt himself too much in case of a fall. There were quite a few of them around the pond, he picked them up and took them to the shaft with him. He put them evenly into a square and filled in the gaps. Admittedly, a few leaves were wind-blown, but the number of leaves that were left satisfied Blu.
"Well, I think I'm going to start climbing" decided Blu, then he started to warm up before climbing. After preparation, he jumped up and with his wings and claws leaning back, hung a few centimetres above the ground.
"Okay... Now just up," he swept away Blu with difficulty. However, when he tried to climb further, his wings slipped, hit his head on the wall of the shaft and fell on the leaves. He made a lot of noise, but Jewel had to sleep exceptionally hard, if even that bang didn't wake her up, Blu was definitely lucky.
"Ouch! My head..." he wiped Blu out when he was lying motionless for a few moments, holding on to his head because it hurt him. But when the pain stopped a little bit, he got up, tried again. He managed to carry on for a few seconds at the same height and then he let go.
"You can do it Blu... You have to" thought Blu when he was preparing for trial number three. He climbed a few centimetres, then slowly but surely this time he started climbing higher and higher.
"Okay, a little more and I'll be fine... You can do it, Blu." he supported himself spiritually, Blu. After a few minutes, completely exhausted Blu entered the ventilation corridor, lay down leaning his head against the wall. Fortunately, the wind was blowing and Blu could feel a bit of refreshment. However, he could not rest too long. If he wanted information, he had to do it quickly.
"Okay, but which way?" thought Blu. Thinking for a moment, he decided to turn right. He followed the wind, so he had no problems moving. Soon Blu heard a conversation that interested him. Although he did not hear what they were talking about, but hearing people's voices, he thought that he should go that way. So he decided to go in that direction. He went straight ahead and then turned left to enter another ventilation corridor. He walked a little bit forward, and then he came across an exit to the room. Through the grille, he could see and, most importantly, hear two men talking to each other.