Chapter 12
My father is standing on the balcony. He looks young and fit. Beside him, both dressed in white, are my young Aunt Marga and cousin Marina. They are all laughing and beckoning. I am overwhelmed by the joy of seeing them and a happy belief that at long last this is not a dream but reality. There were dreams before and disappointments on awakening, but now it is different. Everything is just the same as used to be, and all that was sad was only imagined and never took place.
I long to be with them and hurry to the gate, but for some odd reason the handle will not turn. I know that in the house they are all waiting for me. The gate has to open, but all my frenzied attempts continue to be in vain. Dreams are held by a slender thread and cannot hold such despair.
The sudden awaken
