Two country girls in town

In 1939, a young country girl walks through the streets of the Panamanian capital, Panama city, when she comes face to face with another girl from her village. They hug each other with tears on their faces because they thought they would never see each other again.

One of them escaped a year ago in search of a new world without anyone knowing her whereabouts. The other girl was brought in a few days before to take care of a sick relative.

Now the friends hook each other's arms and walk on the sidewalks, talking and looking at everything...

Suddenly, one of them stops at the entrance of one of the neighborhood houses because she is curious about something that called her attention. At the end of a dark hallway, she can see a sunny patio and a man maneuvering with a strange device.

Oh, he's a photographer! Come on! She says to her friend.

Excuse me, sir, how much does it cost to take a picture? Asked the other one.

They have never taken a photo. They rummage in their purses and collect the coins.

You better sit down, Manuela. Says Constanza to my grandmother.

Don't move! Says the photographer tucked under a black cloth. A magical light explodes, and the two country girls jump together to immortality.

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