I am on the surface of a huge balloon or small asteroid about the size of a neighborhood. The whole surface is covered by houses tightly placed side by side, and their porches. I wander around this floating city. There are no streets and you have to walk around by passing through the houses or porches. Wondering around is like walking through a labyrinth. Houses are old, one-flatted, filled by green plants; vines ferns and bushes. Architecture is Tuscan alike. Some houses are empty, and others are full with people – like within a social reunion. It seems like somebody at my back – I never see his face – is constantly explaining to me what I see. This advisor lets me know that I am allowed to keep one of the empty houses. I wonder for hours, from one house to another. I can’t make up my mind. I wake up.
I'm in a strange house. I have never seen it before but I know is my own. There`s a soccer match I am watching at the TV. A dear friend calls. I thought she wanted to comment the match since I knew she was a big fan. Instead, she says she is leaving for good and that that was her last called ever. I recall then that our country had being having very hard times and some people had being unfairly prosecuted. I cry deeply. I run to find Patricia, who is at the bathroom, to get her at the phone since I knew she was very dearest to her as well. her reaction is almost apathetic. I yell to her through the close door detailing the circumstances. I wake up.
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