The Brasserie and the Glass-Boot Game

When I awaken, I'm dreaming inside this very room. I'm not alone, others share it with me. One of them is [person A], in the dream he's the son of [person B], the engineer of EGI company who's in the lodge and is on his way to wake us up.

We go outside, it's Paris. [person B]’s wife, [person C], and I go into a brasserie. A trio is playing music on the terrace, and all the tables are filled. [person C] projects anxiety she craves for real culture. We want to sit near the musicians, but they move into the next room.

[person C] looks euphoric, because she just moved to Paris and wants to be everywhere at every moment, it's a chance to go out and discover the city. [person C] has undergone a drastic change, coming from an isolated environment in which she sticks with [person B]. Now she's gaining independence.

Her apartment is just a few blocks from here: straight and on the left, down a street named [private street name redacted].

I notice [person C] is wearing the parka that [person D], gave me in high school, and I take it from her to put it on.

The dream transplants me to the city of Santiago.

I'm walking in the rain at night, with a parka on over the other one, when near the intersection of Alameda and Panamericana, reality shakes me up, it feels that I went too far.

I'm much lower down than I thought, so I walk aware that these are dangerous neighbourhoods, I take a sneak peek around me, to see if there's someone close up, trying to avoid any eye contact.

I turn right, toward Mapocho Station and manage to go up there where there's a market. I go by a transformed industrial kind of complex, most of the stands are closed except one, the entertainment

stall.

I see a red, dinosaur-shaped piece, which is a set of building blocks. The person in charge comes up to me and hands me another similar piece that is a little more adapted to me, stronger and more substantial. I try my luck playing and throw it against the wall in front of another player that is present.

I throw it hard; the block comes back to me like the path of a boomerang. I keep playing and do it again. It seems I have talent for this game! The guy in charge comes and switches the block to a different one. It's a glass boot that turns to both sides. Looking at it with interest, I understand in the dream that it demands a higher level of skills, a "certain status". I throw it, too.

Now, I keep going on my way upward, together with my friend [person E], unexpectedly a doubly high colonial house appears in front of us. A street poster with one of his works was stuck beneath the arches by someone and without

authorisation, he runs to take it down.

I do the same thing with other street posters that were up in front of me. In fact the layers of paper stuck is thick and have formed a crust that I pull off vigorously when bales of clothing appear. Must be the merchandise from one of the stands in the market, stored or rather hidden.

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