xxxi
I’m driving, I don’t know where to.
I’m stuck at the steering wheel and I have a migraine that pulses in my temples. I try to close my eyes hoping it would ease it at least partially.
I open them again after a few moments, without gaining the hoped result, and I look around me: on my right I see a barn… no, it’s an awning, on the left there are many lights alike, yellow, and almost blinding beams of light that pass by me at different speeds.
At one point I realise that someone is getting close from behind.
When he comes to my window, I see that he’s wearing a plumped jeans jacket: it must be cold outside.
“Excuse me, by any chance do you have a painkiller for my headache?”, I ask, “You have no idea of the pain I’m suffering”
The man (because it is a man) answers knocking three
