A gentle breeze swept through the street.
Some dry leaves fell near my feet.

I don’t know why…

I opened the bag.

I was completely paralyzed.

There was no trash inside.

There were no empty bottles.
There were no old papers.
There were no food scraps.

There was…

An old envelope, dark brown in color, worn by time.

It was carefully wrapped inside a waterproof plastic bag.

My hands started to tremble when I pulled it out.

My heart was beating so loudly I could hear it in my ears.

I opened the protection.

The envelope was full.

I opened it slowly.

And the moment I saw what was inside…

…my legs almost gave way.

The envelope was full of money.

Banknotes carefully folded, arranged in small bundles, held together with old rubber bands.

I stood in the middle of the street, unable to breathe for a few seconds.

I looked around, as if someone was going to appear and say that it was all a mistake.

But the street remained quiet.

A car drove slowly past in the distance.
The dog was still asleep under the tree.
The distant music continued to play.