After I read the letter twice, I started wondering where those words belong to.
I remember that an old man gave it to me. I didn't asked his name. He looked like he was looking for me, like he was waiting for that moment his whole life. Who was he? I started walking along the wet and cold street, thinking. I couldn't stop asking myself the reason of all the situation. I took the letter again: the handwriting might come from a woman, the words were very confusing and they seemed to communicate a secret message or maybe a secret story that couldn't be told.
But, what kind of story? What kind of person? I didn't even have a day or a year. The paper that cointained those strange words wasn't very old, so the letter didn't have so many years.
I got into a café and drunk a cup of coffee with a piece of chocolate cake. The morning was very cold and foggy. I read the newspaper just in order to distract my mind but, a few minutes later, I thought about a story my mom used to tell me when I was a little child about special criatures on earth that lived right in this world more than a hundred years ago. I never asked her if those were true facts. I thought there were just fantasy tales like fairies or monsters. After a few seconds y shook my head to mke that stupid idea go away.
I walked to my house. I needed to rest. Last night was impossible to sleep. Why this insignificant piece of old paper interested me that much?
I turned off the lights and fell asleep. Afterwards, my mind flew away,to a strange place. I was dreaming, or that was what I thought....