Waking up and only remember the beginning of the poem that will torture you all day long: 4 or 5 times heavier than I use to drink, the water... 

The unknown family's dollhouse:

- we came because she thought it was the best option, we are family

- sometimes is better not to know the family - wiping tears.

And to try to leave everything in its place, bag of a doll's red shoes by the door and little dress on the hanger. Had I put little shoes in my bag? Doubt it... I know I did not, but I feel having thieved something... Not red ones, surely, but the white ones? I (pre)feel it.

- maybe with more time, in another moment...

- imposible.