A VIVID FANTASY OF CHANGE AND DEVASTATION

me. Of course I couldn´t even speak about it in front of anyone. The only thing my loved ones could "know", and for which my father made a tremendous s

ldn´t even stop unt

ened on the internet; wich could nullify my deal with these people. But the guy with glasses did not give

heard, there was some confusion among my contacts as to whether I had be

my memory; and I cleared everything from my facebook account, with the help of an assistant who typ

ll give you what they say?! They haven´t shown me any paper yet! First they got to pay you what

little breath that the fucking respirator gave me. "I´m i

son

treatment... which is not possible here... They are not going to pay

ered alerted

you´re going to screa

last words look

because I don´t trust you! And I´m going to take my son

anything! Nobody... is going to do anything

emed about to despair of worry

se I don´t... I don´t need you to have... that information. And you can´t decide,

ten.

had to talk to. And I... I alrea

son

care of mys

gs would be. I guess he was just worried. He didn´t know much about

the damaged area, plus a therapy that will revitalize

lking about pla

he cells and tissues that are replaced. We will help make the process sm

rbulence in the plane, and the good doctor discussed the preparations. As for

e blue of the sky and blurred and distant landscapes that got smaller and smaller. Brief sn

t something

atter. I´m ju

o you

aste that they´re about to cu

liva came out of his mou

exclaimed, rushin

, I would hav

ared. How I hated not being able to move on my own. You know, in case we had

n chair pressed against my back, with the artificial respirator and the

guy Hawking. I was the parody of Chri

ried to meditate, and that´s when I heard her. I mean... that voice... my voice. Of course, now it seems the most nor

alright... if you are willi

ng pieces off my body, revealing a dif

uddenly falling at great speed. I felt the plane go down and tri

doctor asked softly,

ar the horizon through the window, and the play of light around it was so perf

t real myself, and they ca

y; and, before I could answer

´t. We´re about to g