Suset used to sit with her grandmother in the place they called "Special Place" in the shade of a tree, located in a cove, right between two large rocks that served as a hiding place while time passed and the minutes turned into hours. , during long conversations before the imposing presence of a pirate ship that, although already very old and worn by the passing of the waters, the sun and the years, still kept some of the majesty of its glory days. Among the topics of conversation there was no shortage of stories with morals and advice disguised as stories. Those moments were sealed with indelible ink in Suset's mind and heart.

She grew up to be a very pretty and intelligent young woman. She had the opportunity that few had to educate herself and get a university degree which gave her access to one of the best foreign trade companies in her city and the opportunity to move to a "better place".

With her grandmother as a companion, she managed to move to a larger city, full of opportunities for progress in order to become the successful woman she always wanted, without forgetting the advice that her beloved grandmother gave her with love in which she told her "Never forget where you come from and your origins, lest your arrogance surpass your humanity and you forget who you are"

Time passed faster than they expected and the inevitable happened, that night Suset's grandmother went to sleep as usual, but this time she did not wake up again. Suset felt that a part of her had gone with her grandmother. She would no longer hear her stories, her advice and warnings, and she would no longer smell the freshly brewed coffee when she woke up. She was gone and she would never see her again.

On one occasion when she was returning home without wanting to arrive, she diverted her path a little to a nearby boulevard as if trying to distract her thoughts and among the handicrafts that the few remaining artisans used to sell she noticed a picture, not just any picture but the one that showed her "Special Place" framed and she felt as if suddenly all her memories were coming back, as if somehow she had been put on a train straight to her childhood and to the arms of her Beloved grandmother.

Without saying much she bought, took that treasure home and hung it on the wall of what had been her grandmother's room for the sole purpose that every time she wanted to meet her or felt her spirit filled with arrogance or had the impression that she was beginning to forget her origins, she would go into that room and take that trip. A journey without a ticket.