Seeking solace, perhaps a helping hand that never meet, I know. But he also lives with dreams, illusions, hopes ....... I should not have to attend the conference of the Italian Exposed Asbestos, no I just had to! But I am a stubborn nature, is in my DNA! What can I do! I am aware, for each day that passes, that part of my brain became independent. No longer responds to any input, no control, but as it was reset by an external force, and had absorbed a number of parameters no longer changed, he travels on his own. It goes in one direction always along the same road. A road that takes you back to the past. And you're reminded of so many episodes, many details are so real that you feel like you mercilessly when you live them! And you can not exempt themselves why do not you decide! That part of the brain has decided that! Well, we wanted this too! And what is an option? An added value? And there's no way to stop him: he leads me in front of a door that suddenly pops up: I will not go, I try to hold me in some way, I try to resist but I can not. Something makes me so before. There a large whitish powder and wind, much wind. Un'odore unmistakable death comes over me, and to make matters worse, the dust I see something move, or someone. I try to focus the movement but it is not easy because the dust blinds me! The figure moves toward me, stretching a hand toward mine. Seeking to escape that trap, but I can not. Gently, gently takes my hand and guide me through that space. I do not distinguish the features of this figure. But I feel that I must go. Slowly walk. I have trouble breathing and I carry a hand to mouth. Suddenly we are faced with another door on our arrival, opens. The context changes. No wind, dust and light, lots of light. But where we are! I look around and I see hundreds of people gathered in groups broken down. No, it is not possible, is not it! Everyone turned to me, staring at me. I .... I know them, know who they are! I look at the figure next to me and I am made of stone: you are ..... I can not say the name because it screamed me awake ...... e., Matidia sweat! Cursed nightmare! And damn my brain! It's two o'clock in the morning and I know that I will not sleep more ..............
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