All these explorers had to guide them on their journeys were mere symbologies and notes in a diary, left by a passerby in the library of the Armiô communal center. The diary was signed only by a solitary initial - D, and soon in its primordial pages, the impressions of a pioneering spirit and of a figure who must have fallen into the great temptation of believing in himself were clear. In these rare papers, instructions, easily liable to belong not to their author, but madness, digger of truths, and which, for unknown reasons, awakened the courage of hopeful young people, believers that certainties could reside in those pages. In that world, a lack of alternatives corroborated the expansion of that spark in acting, in transforming the world, in seeking a way out or even a dreamed escape, because nothing was as credible in those times as the redemption and glory born of the obsessives, the lunatics, the misunderstood.