He picks up the phone and dials the number he got from the classified ads in the newspaper.
He rings several times until a female voice on the other end of the line covers all his doubts and gives him what he needs.
A few minutes later, when he is reunited with her, he tells her everything.
-Don't you think it's strange?
-A little but I prefer to ignore it, the place looks fantastic and being alone there for a week is worth the risk.
In recent years they have not taken vacations alone, they have always been family outings, but now, thanks to the complicity of their sister who will take care of everything at home while they travel, they will be able to escape for a week that is sure to be wonderful.
A few days later, they set off through the Andes Mountains, heading for the promised paradise called "El Refugio del Tiempo", which, according to the instructions given, is located in the middle of nowhere, taking a path towards the interior of the mountain.
In the last village they reach, they stock up on food for a week and after a drink of hot miche, they set out for the indicated site.
The cold penetrates through their clothes, but marveling at the spectacular natural scenery, they arrive at a small two-story chalet-style cabin where a mature lady awaits them.
When saying goodbye after giving him the instructions of the case he tells them.
-Leave the key under the carpet.
Refers to the mat located at the main entrance
They can hear the breathing of nature, the sound of the water of a river that they do not see and the mountain that playing hide and seek is covered by the clouds.
There is no house nearby and taking advantage of the fact that the inside of the house is still at a pleasant temperature, he takes off his clothes and sitting on the balcony of the room, takes another drink of the beverage he has bought in town, while she, more demure and still somewhat confused by so much majesty, accompanies him with a few glasses of blackberry wine, a gift from the hostess.
The shadows surprise them, almost silently, abstracted in the peace that this paradise offers, until the effects of alcohol take effect and cheer up their hormones, disinhibiting them.
The magnetized bodies come together and with creativity overflowing from the drinks, they invent positions never thought of before, until sleep in conjunction with fatigue overcomes them and they wake up lying on the floor at the foot of the stairs.
The morning brings new charms and the days pass slowly and fruitfully, as if they were marked by surprises and sensations never conceived before.
In the course of the seven days they make love in every corner of the cabin, stroll around the surroundings, daring to bathe naked in the river whose cold waters rejuvenate their skins and when it is time to leave they promise to return another time.
When they arrive back at the house, everyone's surprised faces confuse them.
-What happened? Why did they turn back?
-The seven days have passed.
His sister reaches over and touches his forehead.
-It hasn't even been twelve hours since they left.
They both look at each other in disbelief.
"Are we dreaming?" he wonders.
-Today is Monday, it's 6 p.m. and you two left at 7 a.m. -It's Monday.
He makes a quick analysis of everything.
He recalls that he bought the newspaper at the gas station and later realized that it was from the same day they had left, and also when passing through town, the same people were in the place where they had stocked up and were wearing the same clothes.
He takes her by the arm and to everyone's surprised gaze gets back into the vehicle and drives off.
On the way she very nervously asks him.
-Do you think the same as me?
-Yes.
They arrive at night and stay in a hotel, almost sleepless with unanswered questions assaulting his brain.
While she rests, she goes downstairs for a cup of coffee and gives free rein to her curiosity, corroborating one of her many hypotheses.
There is no road to the mountains, much less a place called "The Refuge of Time".
When he tells her, they embrace and tears stream down his face.
They both know what they lived and felt and that they are not nefelibatas.
Then remember the slogan of the ad, which you are sure will not exist in the newspaper when you look for it. "The place where time stands still."