This voice, informed to me that " the happiness is not in this world, but in the other ". Later, " Naybet" and I camos in a deep dream, and by our minds passed to galope- hundreds of hooded people, who carried torches with black handles and pronounced the word " hambre". Continuing saying: " Bread, bread for all our brothers that suffer cruelest of the diseases: hambre". To little, my dream or took me to vision to a great grotto where they pronounced the following invocations: " Sir, that sees! , Sir, that hears! , Sir, who platform! ". In the end, and between smoke and fog, people with unrecognizable faces neither alive nor deads arose, that plunged in enormous bathtubs All sang and praised to " God of all the religiones". " Thus our night, the night of antorchas" finalized; , Mr.
Zepol. " Create you, in truth, that somebody will admit our extraordinary experiences? They will call lying, embustero, exaggerated to me Although I own a positive witness: my Naybet" comrade; , she commented to me. " Nobody will propagate those insults against you and the dog, muchachote" , I said to him. I gave, it announces and it spreads everything and each one of the images of which you have been witnesses. Everything is so wonderful that, of course, it does not have to be been silent.
But hazlo as if one was a game, that is to say, nor you lie, not even you describe the truth, nor you explain, not even you engage in a dialog You will have to serve you as this stratagem that never fails. Comntale to your professor who, if possible, you it puts a small writing like duties for house: a story. Then, like such narration your imagination it will have loose rein to be able to explayar itself, and thus, the entire world will know your unique and unique experience.