“What do you want? I ask in a whisper. The dog that looks like the very hound from hell looks at me in such a way and reminds me of Toothless, the black dragon from a children's movie.
"I can't play Wolf," I tell the animal, hoping it understands me. Instead, the animal continues to push the ball against the fence that divides the garden from our houses, inviting me to play.
"It's 00:30, dog, I can't go out and play right now," I add, leaning my arms against the window to get a better look at him.
The dog doesn't stop looking at me, so I tell him to wait for me and the second I look out the window again with an old dragon toy from the movie. I won that toy in some fairground machines with Marisa a few years ago.
"Here," I tell him, measuring the distance from my window to the neighbori
