XXVIII
I’m driving, I don’t know where I’m going. The only certain thing is that I have a bad headache.
I find myself stuck somewhere and I feel dazed.
I see only vaguely what’s going on outside, but I hope that someone passed by and stops.
Beams of light pass quickly by me; it’s dark, a darkness interrupted by lights of different colours, white, yellow, blue, that affect negatively on my condition.
I close my eyes hoping that the absence of colour and light helps me feeling a little better.
After a few moments I open them again and I notice that a shadow is getting closer.
Skinny, about one meter and eighty tall, it looks male. He walks slowly towards me.
Got next to my window, he kneels until seeing inside and moves his left hand, as he was waving. What are you waving for?
I ask
