As soon as I wake up with the full moon in the sky and the raging sea, beaten by a strong and icy wind, my legs feel warm and heavy; I raise my head and hundreds, perhaps thousands, of cockroaches cover my body right down to the navel. Help, I need somebody, help. And that song, my God, that damned song again, the soundtrack of my torments. My nose starts to bleed. I pinch myself, I slap myself, I look around, I feel completely awake, I make sure it is not the repetition of that nightmare I had on the train to Santiago. It started just like this: cockroaches up to the navel and nosebleeds. Thinking about it increases my terror. I have to do something. If everything goes as the nightmare foretold, I will find myself without strength, with my body covered with those disgusting insects, unabl
