One of my favorite seasons is the winter, the time in which everything is white and bright. But even though I like this time of the year a part of me detests it because of it may drawbacks. In my last email to you i suggested that everyone has a tiny bit of racism in himself, not necessarily much, but definetely a little. Unfortunately, in this case, the information we get is wrong. In order to get to this hidden lake one would have to row beneath a cave. On the other side of the cave the five of us were alone. The lake was surrounded by limestone mountains covered with tropical trees.
