One day, many years ago, I had a nightmare:
The bogeyman came after me. I was in my bed. I jumped and went to the window because I knew that my mother was on the opposite floor.
I called for her help, but she, beautiful and absent, could neither see me nor hear me.
The bogeyman was coming close, so I gasped for air in order to scream. She’ll hear me this time – I thought – but just when I was about to scream, I lost my voice. “My God, now the man will catch me …”
I woke up sweating and very scared.