I reach Padàm, who in the meantime has been waiting for me at the entrance to our hotel. I go up to the room, take a shower. After dinner I take a walk around the city. I go back to the room. I make my way to bed. I won't be able to sleep a wink. This time the sciatic exhibitionist has nothing to do with it. Dogs. There's a pack of dogs who have decided to double-cross their drunken fellow villagers from Laurebina. They bark all night, one in particular barks relentlessly with a rhythm that recalls the assembly line in Chaplin's MODERN TIMES. Damned dogs. The next morning, already at 06:30 the off-road vehicle is stopped waiting for us in front of the hotel. We load up our stuff. A little further on, a pack of dogs, one of them breaks away from the pack and starts to come towards me, wagging his tail. I recognize him, it's him, the ignoramus, the asshole from MODERN TIMES. He wants to cuddle, but I'm already on board the off-road vehicle, he looks at me with two languid, imploring eyes, the off-road vehicle starts up, he avoids the dog's face but he stubbornly follows us wrapped in a cloud of dust. And while Dhunche and the peaks of the Himalayas slip away from my eyes to the memories on the reflections of the glass, I brandish my middle finger at him.