A nice young woman who was sitting next to me was telling me about her family. I did not understand what she was doing there, nor did I know who she was referring to with her family. Suddenly, I made out that I was at home, in my wooden chair that José had given me for my birthday. I looked out the window as the sun was rising. For some strange reason, I can't define the days so I don't remember if it was Tuesday, Wednesday or Saturday. Suddenly, I look out the window again, it was raining a ...