The night was dark, hot and wet. Not one was outside, neither a dog. The man, dressed ridicoulsly with a long coat bottom the knees, a hat and dark glasses, walked sneaky, like he was wanting to be invisible ... hidden into the shadows.

He approached the house, took a sight all around and knocked on the door shy, to not be heard.

A man showed up behind the main door. He was barefoot, wearing a short, a simple tshirt and an incipient beard. It appeared that he was sleeping. The man inquiried:

- Hi. How can I help you?

The man in dark looked steady at the home's host and said:

- THE SWALLOWS HAVE FLOWN TO KILIMANJIARO!

The man behind the door smilied with compassion, almost tenderly, and he answered:

- You are wrong. The secret agent lives on the next street!

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