this is a journey between dream and reality: ‘No two days are the same and some are less alike than others. I feel less and less. Perhaps some things cannot be put right even with the passing of time. And perhaps we are not even allowed to put them right. All this must have some reason given that time has not helped me to forget. There may be more than one reason for believing that this disappearance and this emptiness have a cause that is still here, waiting. Now that everything is much more than forgotten, perhaps it is the moment to reflect. My ebbing, wavering faith, like a flickering flame, brings me far from the sleepiness of the empty words that I have managed to put together to escape from this cold sand. In order to keep this my faith, I need us to be at the centre of the universe and for the world to be flat without giving us the possibility of coming to its end. I lose my way in my own doubts. Your soul cannot be stolen if you do not have one. It was the dawn of a new day when I decided to truly receive the faith. And I welcomed it in a way that was certainly not conventional. Now, after all these years of absolute certainty and diligence, distracted by everything changing, I search for the beginning of this story. There is nothing I can use to begin to understand. And is this story, which should be another story, my story?’