First, I would like to introduce myself. Maybe some of you know me from the stories I narrated. Stories like this one, real. About how, without looking for it, I left behind everything I thought I was. The stories are "It all started in Asturias" which, for reasons beyond me, my previous account was deleted and were left written as if by an anonymous.

Much later than what was explained in those stories, more precisely in the already past 2024, and since my job allows me, I have decided to buy a house in a small village in northern Castellón.

As you can imagine, I have continued to be faithful to my lifestyle, taking advantage of every moment I have to try and test myself. What I never imagined is that here, in this small village where there are only 8 inhabitants during the winter, is where I was going to find myself closest to my limit.

With the village being so small, most of the services are in larger towns in the region and it is almost exclusively the only human contact I have on a day-to-day basis. On this occasion, as winter approached, I searched on Wallapop to buy firewood in the area. It wasn't difficult, I quickly found several contacts. Nothing out of the ordinary, I wrote to a few and the first one that responded, I went to a nearby village about 10km from mine.

I arrived at the agreed point which was an old farmhouse located a few meters from the village, a village similar to mine with about 15/20 inhabitants and no one on the street, I parked right at the entrance of the farmhouse, opened the gate and without hesitation I went inside towards a stone shed with several piles of firewood stacked.

- Good afternoon! I'm the guy from Wallapop who wrote to you a moment ago. – No one answered me.

- Hello!?,… Hello?

Suddenly, a young Arab boy about 18 years old with haste emerged from behind one of the piles of firewood, head down.

- Hi, I'm from Wallapop. – I said to him as he passed by me without saying a word, quickly walking towards the exit.

- Are you looking for me! – I turned and out came a “gentleman” about 70 years old, tall, at least 185.. Strong, very strong and burly.

The guy was a walking stereotype, as I said big and burly. Plaid shirt rolled up, with buttons and brown corduroy pants. A small cigar in his mouth and a lush white beard.

- Hello! – I repeated.

- What is it?

- Well, I'm the guy from Wallapop, I came for firewood.

- Oh yes, yes. I was expecting you a little later, but come in since you are here already. It's just that you caught me watching something with a boy.

The truth is, the situation I had just experienced seemed a little strange to me, but since my mind is always horny, I didn't give it much thought. The man called me and I approached where he was.

- Well, here you have firewood. Fireplace or stove? I say this because of the size.

- Big hahaha...