<<... p...pasanada?...>> repeated Giulia while looking him with a puzzled expression as the man said again something uninteligible that, if ever, reminded her of a breaded and fried dish, yet she hinted that he was spanish ; But for what she knew, people said that spanish and italian were similar, but to her, it was just a nonsense jibberish said by people that already knew both languages. She sighed, "almeno è vivo..." thought her, thinking that at least he's alive...<br/><br/><<Si, Gente! La in fondo>> said her again, pointing at the tail-fin of the aircraft, she saw the man to groan and mutter something again, he slowly knelt and went on all fours. The girl looked at him, not knowing what he was doing, then... <<...oh... 'spetta 'ne...>> she moved closer and moved to his side, placing an arm under his armpit and lifted him up, pushing against the soft, thin, white sand <<oplà...>> sighed her once he was on his feet. Still... whatever he said, was unknown and she just looked at him trough her salt-stained glasses. She looked around, seeing that there was nothing around them and her lips moved as to say something, but she didn't know what to say <<...uh....>> she limited to mimic a walk with her fingers << uh... andiamo?>>