A warm ray of light caresses my cheeks, I open my eyes and listen to the song of the birds, we are four February 2050. The moment I wake up my own house makes coffee as I like and I can enjoy a few minutes to wake up at my own pace. I smile as I watch as a male sparrow teaches his little sparrow how the world works. I close my eyes a moment remembering that day when we lost everything because of human greed, a third of the population has died in floods, droughts and other catastrophes that scientists have already warned about and nobody wanted to hear. That day there was a turning point and the survivors decided it was time to change, they learned, the hard way, that the survival of the human being depends on how it relates to its environment. We may still be selfish and reluctantly accept this new reality, but I am happy to be alive and to be able to contemplate this change, this new era where technology and economics go hand in hand with nature. The phone rings and I stop remembering those days of anguish, it is my son who comes to visit me with his newborn. I see their red cheeks and their placid durmiebdo face, I can not help but sketch a smile thinking that they are the ones who will continue with this legacy, I just hope that the greed can not be as it has happened in History and depart from this good path that we seem to take.