Untitled did not know where was the only thing I felt was the cold
Strange, the season was still one of the hot humid days of the sultry and humid, the days where you sit in front of the fan and followed him to find relief relentless heat .
could not keep my eyes open. What was happening? He did not know. Nothing, in total darkness. He could not feel my hands, but he could feel his wrists, tied with a rope, close enough that I could not move and lose the feeling of the hands. The only thing that came into his head the absurd was wondering if it would never be able to write again.
He tried to open my eyes: there was not much light in the room, but it was enough to understand that he was in the living room, with his face toward the seats. From its position, lying alongside the enormous Persian rug given her by her mother, could see a dark shape, probably that of a man who sat watching her.
issued a deep sigh, began to cough at the end rather violently. The throat was very bad, it was very dry, as if he had not drank a sip of water for days. His lips were very chapped, and he knew he was coughing essersele broken when his tongue felt the sweet taste of blood.
Just finished coughing, the shape the chair began to move, over time becoming bigger and bigger, someone was approaching to her, she was sure. For fear, like a reflex, closed his eyes, as if that simple act could escape from that situation. The slight
blast moves her hair. It lasted a few seconds, after which he realized that he was in front of her. It took courage and slowly closed his eyes.
The first thing he saw was a kind of pendant, a round piece of metal stamped with strange symbols. At the center was a recognizable M or something. He had already seen, seemed to belong to some ancient language. It was his first impression. The pendant
still moving, sustained by a very thin lace and metallic looking. A hand tried something in the pocket of a jacket. The next instant his hand was holding a cell phone.
the voice of people squatting in front of her broke the silence.
- has awakened.
A familiar voice, familiar. Very familiar.
- All right. Then I go along.
too familiar.
In a second time in the head exploded the evidence, that voice belonged to who. His gaze went to her face, to find a certainty to his doubts. And when the assumptions were confirmed, he made no effort stare in amazement.
Macedonia 
The turkey curry 
The aperitif 
