In the hotel room, Edna remained thoughtful for a while, even she took a moment to meditate, thing that did not go unnoticed for Samuel. Something plotted on her and he did not know if it was because of his secret revealed or if something else was troubling her.

Several minutes later she approached to Sullivan, with slow pace.

- Victor- She stood next to the man, with a somewhat strange face.

- ¿Mmm?- He looked her, while the Drake brothers did the same- ¿What baby?

- ¿Is it too complicated ask you deviate from the route?

- Depends where, but I can go where you ask… ¿Why?

- I want to take the fact that we will pass near… And you need a stop… To go to Morocco. I want to pay my respects to… they…

- Edna- Samuel approached her- ¿Are you sure? ¿Are you ready for that?

- I have to go- She looked at him- I should have gone for years but never had the courage. I want to try now that at least we go together.

- ¿Do you even know where they are?

- Yes- She walked pensively- I looked for them for years. My father took the job to put a paper with their names over their bodies, so they are buried with them. He is the one that has no name on his grave.

- ¿Why not?- Sullivan asked.

- Because by the time he died, he and I, we were illegal. Even, if he wanted to return to Morocco, dad could not have. He was a deserter, we escaped the same day in which he gave the order to attacking a group of civilians. Ashumn Shaareim, the traitor… For not wanting to kill in cold blood… And I would still be ilegal if Sam had not falsified the papers, then i went legal…

- Never…- Sam paused- You never told us their names or anything from them. ¿Why right now?

- Because I am already big enough to ger over that- She looked at him, with a sad smile- Or at least I think so… ¿You want to know their names?

- I do not know… I do not want your torment yourself for that.

- I'm fine, Sam… But well… There are the remaining seven tombs. Kalisha, my mother and six brothers. Pehik, just a little baby, Nuifa, my younger sister and Zuhili, who was a year younger than me. He had epilepsy and a personality much like Nathan.

- So I turned your new little brother- Nate smiled gently.

- Yes. And then Dareima, my older sister, Rouja, the second bigger and Buhuka, my older brother. He was just like Sam, in the sense that he always took care of us and he taught us when we were alone. All these Shaareim are beyond and at least I want to leave a flower.

- Do not you think never come back- Sullivan said- ¿True?

- ¿To what?- She half smiled- ¿To meet the rest of my living relatives? ¿To be judge as a traitorous and black sheep? ¿To live in a country that I do not like, and where I no longer belong? I prefer to be stateless person… So… Victor… ¿Can you?

- Yes girl- He nodded, taking her shoulder- No problem.

- Thank you- She smiled gently.

- I had to make a forced stop from Nouakchott to Monrovia. Morocco is perfectly in step. Come, tell me where I have to stop…

Sullivan approached the plane, with her.

- Around here- Said Edna, pointing near the southern coast of Morocco- Diabat. It has an airport, tiny, but it does. I will show you the area with my phone.

- All right.

Taking all the necessary data, only remained polish the details and prepare. Fully sleep and gather all energies to fly for forty hours.

Fortunately the intermediate stops allowed them to stretch, take a shower, eat something, take a breath, take a nap, stepping on some solid ground, check the status of the aircraft.

After fifteen hours sleeping in the clouds, play with cards and talk nonsense, Victor finally caught sight of the goal.

- Prepare themselves- Sullivan said- Let's go down, we are in Diabat.

- God…- Shaareim sighed, begun to feel anxious.

- Edy- Samuel sat beside her- We are with you.

- Yes- Nate said, from the passenger seat- Don't worry, you'll be fine.

- Thanks guys- She smiled- But the problem is more internal than external…

The airport of Diabat was only a landing strip of sand, and a hangar with little care. Diabat himself was a poor small and traditional village from Morocco, riddled with mud houses, separated, scattered by the dry desert soil, almost devoid of vegetation.

There they had to pay a group of petty soldiers to guard the plane while the owner of the place filled it with fuel, and which they had to haggle in the old-fashioned way. Even when Edna did all transactions in Arabic, the guy, that he had refused to negotiate with a woman, he had obeyed, more than anything for fear of foreigners.

After all, the three men left the plane as she had indicated them, with serious face and arms openly. Weapons and money were the best source of resources.

Sullivan stayed with his aircraft, for security, even having a huge curiosity about Edna's homeland. While, the Drake brothers walked on either side of Shaareim, almost like an escort. His family was not welcome and it was not too weird that some crazy for their country decided to exterminate her.

Edna did not look at all happy. The streets had changed just a little and the memories began to pile up in her mind.

She stopped in the outskirts of the town, in front of a small house in ruins, with mud walls, crumbling, with shrapnel holes on the concrete floor, dusty and torn apart.

- I was born here- She murmured- And the last time I was here, the house was stood, and the interior, full of my family…

They looked at everything in perspective. Edna had a beginning as or more complicated than they, with her shadow persecuted by the bullets of a useless war that led her to escape as a traitor to the motherland. Living in a foreign country, learn a new language, to live life again, lose it all again with the death of his father. And even so, she stood, years later, with sweetness in his voice and a smile in her lips.