Chapter 7: The map 
When we woke up it was already late afternoon on Sunday. After taking a bath and eat something, sit the four classroom Gallery which was a splendid and lush garden. Sunlight was already declining and the vegetation was acquired color tones and hues with a delightfully charming, the main source sound like a soft, soothing melody. The feeling of peace and serenity that surrounded the house completely contagious and we enjoyed a lively and entertaining conversation that lasted hours and made us feel more united than ever. Martina told us things of his time and we will also explain things in our lives in the 20's. Between laughs, surprises and other barriers between chronological Martina and we were dying, we felt we met in a lifetime, and we were not three friends and a stranger, we were really four friends.
"Well girls, what do you think if we give another look at the map, the best among the four we get something clear," said Martina was sitting in a white leather chaise longue holding a cup of tea with two hands.
- Yes, perfect! I ran to look, "I said as I got up to go to the room. Had kept the map in the locked drawer of my desk where I kept all my treasures.
"Look girls," I said holding the map in the air for one of three holding it. Finally it was Rita who gave the first glimpse:
- do you see? Uff, it does not I know, I only see some drawings, square, straight and occasionally one of these bright stars also puts nothing ... -
Rosa approached the sofa where I was Rita, sat beside her and grabbed the map.
"It is clear that these are streets, but as it gets nothing ... - Rosa said thoughtfully, stroking his cheek.
- Streets Of course they are! Let's see? - Martina said impatiently pulling the map and adding:
- But I will vacaburra! How I had not noticed before!, This is an old map of Barcelona but drawn freehand. Look, this is Collserola, it is the sea, that the Diagonal and the squares are the Eixample, "was explaining each element pointing in the rudimentary map, and continued: "And the stars
bright point exact point on the map. Do not you see that underneath every star gets a number?, Should be the number that corresponds to a building, if you look here is the Tibidabo and is a star right here and put under a 29, the star marks the house! - Martina exalted said.
- That's true, look at the picture that is above the star ... is the nymph that illustrates the window of this gallery! - I could not get out of my astonishment. Suddenly we begin to see some light at the end of the tunnel, at least we knew the map would indicate sites where you can find answers to our time travel, the only problem was that it did not name the streets, it seemed the person who had drawn what was done in haste as if he were copying and does not want to get caught, but also could be a simple outline. Shone on the map
seven stars that were distributed randomly throughout the city. While trying to locate their exact address, I remembered that my father had hung a map of Barcelona in the wall of his office ...
- Girls!, I just remembered that my father has a city map hung on the wall of his office , I look away! - I while she ran to the office.
beating like a shot in the office, picked up the box and went running back into the room where they waited impatiently Martina, Rosa and Rita.
- Perfect! However, there is a small problem, "Martina said putting face from worry and grief:
-This map must be old and the town has changed a lot. I do not know if you find standing houses or buildings that appear on the map. Certainly many have been demolished to make buildings more modern, higher is the cost to be paid by the scarcity of land in the city ... In fact, my father sold, but I could help in any way many beautiful old houses that had received a family inheritance. Homes endearing and charming rooms that were demolished to build huge ugly apartment blocks, bland and lifeless. A true architectural barbarism. One of the things that saddens me to see how these little gems are lost daily in which few people are fixed. And I'm not talking about buildings like La Pedrera, Casa Batlló ... No, I speak of the buildings and houses, "anonymous." Only you stop to observe with some detail the buildings you'll find when walking the streets you can discover true wonders and treasures. Small details that make a house has its own personality, freshness and joy radiate life even when in poor storage conditions. In fact one of my biggest hobbies is photographing buildings and older homes, especially those who are about to be demolished, is a way of introducing the respect they deserve before they disappear forever with the secrets, feelings, stories and experiences that are housed within its walls and is hopelessly lost .... When you come home I will show the collection I have lots of pictures, I could see that Martina
passionately felt what he said, his eyes bright and his voice conveyed a feeling that touched us three. For a moment I thought they could knock down my house and a chill ran through my body. It is as if, suddenly, had become aware of how precious she was and how much they represented to me. It had passed my life since birth and that of my loved ones and important events had happened to her family, countless experiences, joys, sorrows and achievements ... It was not just a pile of bricks, stones and iron, was much It was my home. Martina's voice pulled me out of my thoughts: "Now
. Perfect!, Fully consistent with the map drawn! Come, take note of the exact address and we will work to visit them to see if we get something clear, "he said pulling out a notebook and a pen from her purse.
When he finished all directions point I took the box with the intention of letting him back into place. It was then I realized that I had a small detail overlooked. As I approached to hang back in place, I could see the wall, just the part that was hidden behind the box when he was hanged, there was a small door lock is sensed after a tiny lock. To remove the cover I saw that it was a tiny lock and key then I remembered I had left tiny pearl pendant. I ran into the room to tell the girls who had found the lock to open that key.
- I found the lock!, I found the lock! - I said as I approached the room screaming and jumping with excitement.
- "Where?" "Asked Martina, Rita and Rosa in unison.
- I was following the map! To settling, in the rush, I had not noticed. Come quickly to see what hides the lock! -
I took the key he had kept carefully in the bag and the four of us went to the office.
"Well, let's see," I said trying to get the key. The truth is that the lock was so tiny that it was very difficult. After many failed attempts on my part, Rosa offered to try their luck with more skill than me ...
"Yes, I got it. Girls already open, "said Rosa, who had managed to open the lock without any effort, so we made it clear, once again, that in addition to the smartest of us, was a real handyman.
opened the hatch and inside was an envelope showed the same golden light emanating from the window of the cellar and a beautiful brooch in the shape of a girl wearing a beautiful dress with fringes very 20's. The envelope contained a letter which read:
"If you got here you are prepared to see the wonders behind these houses. Stars located on the map correspond to houses built on land of magic and therefore hidden supernatural wonders. When you are before they look at them well, drawing the map will give you a clue what their treasure, discover what lies behind each of them. "
We were wonderful, magical land? We could not leave our amazement. As we had just read the letter, my house was not the only one who wonders housed cava or magic cookies. We wondered what hidden treasures may have other houses. Certainly we were living a dream, was undoubtedly the best adventure of our lives and, even without knowing why, we feel very fortunate to be part of this.
"This is wonderful, a dream, I have to pinch myself to believe it's true," said Martina gasped.
- But what we paint ourselves into this? - Continued.
"Certainly I do not know, but everything is happening according to an order and therefore I think I finally know. Know what our mission in all this, I said.
"I think so. Somebody had the script ready and we only must follow to reach the final, "said Rosa serious.
"I can not imagine what treasures can hide the other houses, just thinking about it I get very nervous! Why not start this evening to visit the other houses? "said Rita with the impatience of time.
"Today it's impossible, it's getting dark and not see anything. I'm sorry, until Thursday, we will not start tomorrow I have to travel for a few editorial issues and not return until that day, "said Martina.
- Ooooh!, How about Thursday? - Exclaimed Rosa, Rita and me at the time.
"Girls feel them, really, but I have some meetings postponed. Come on, do not be impatient, will not come a few days. Do not you love what you are living? We are a privileged, hopefully never end, do not you think? You can take rest for a while and walk around the neighborhood safe that you discover a lot of new things that do not know. I know!, Tomorrow before I bring you magazines and a TV, you will help a lot of information. What do you think? - Martina said trying to encourage.
- A TV? So what is it? - Rita asked puzzled.
"Well, tomorrow we will see ... - Martina said. Then came a strange sound, a kind of very strong campaign and Martina got a device that is placed to the ear.
- Yes? Hey Arnold! How is everything? If yes, what is Minerva, a moment that you pass it. Minerva is for you, "Martina said handing me one device for holding it.
"Put on the ear is a mobile phone," he explained Martina.
- Ah, the mobile! A wireless phone ... ... God, yeah. Yes? Hey Arnold! Yes, I love, do you spend searching for home? Perfect! "At 8?, Very well. Yeah, look, I live in number 29 Avinguda Tibidabo. Okay, see you tomorrow. "I said goodbye while felt like Rosa, Rita and Martina looked at me intently listening without any pretense everything he said.
"Mother, you've gotten as a tomato, and you're shaking. Who is this Arnau? - Rita asked sarcastically.
"He's a guy I met at the party, "I said dismissively.
"Yes, Minerva is a lucky. A friend of mine since childhood. The girls having their bones crazy Arnau. More than once I have seen with my own eyes, how he stretched the bow for several girls, and not just eyesores. I have to confess that it is for dipping bread, and not only that, but is intelligent face. But it is very demanding, a hard nut to crack. Surely tomorrow I will go from film, Arnold knows how to treat women, is a charm, "Martin said in a tone of rintintín.
"Okay, leave now. And I will explain tomorrow how it went, gossip, more gossip! - Said an upset by the tone of the conversation.
"Come, I'm leaving, tomorrow will come soon. See you tomorrow girls. Sleep that well. By the way, I also bring a cell phone so you can call me if you need it, "Martin said as he walked toward the door.
After dinner a little we went to bed, I knew I would spend all night waiting for the appointment Arnau. The truth is that no guy I had met so far liked me so much, in fact I felt very strange, I was not exactly the shy with the boys but he was different ... we
