Lucho: Amandita... My dear friend… Friends… In a few minutes, you'd have to stop bearing my company. Why would that be, you say? Because I’m leaving. Just like I got here, I’m leaving… on the eleven pm bus. Don’t even dream about us seeing each other again, I won’t be coming back to Santiago. Well, we agree on me leaving, that’s it, forever. And if anyone, in the distant future, would remember me… Goodbye.