sanctispiritus

For some reason I am in Israel. I talk to a couple of girls in a bus stop, then I'm walking and I tell a middle-aged man that I need to go to dowtown. This man tells me thah I should go right through a dirt path surrounded by bushes, he tells me it's nice and I compare mentally with my city in Cuba that is not so rural . We arrive at a center that is like a museum and then we approach a glass wall in front of a building. The same person call 911? or the police and tells me that there is a dead Indian across the glass. The body is long and blue. The man ask me to enter a Delivery Address. For some reason I can not write on a paper that I took out of my wallet, then he gives me a piece of paper, and later he praise my writing but I can not find a space to write correctly. Then the police come and pick up the corpse, someone pulls pictures with a camera and it's time to return. The guy tells me I could have free shelter in the temple museum. Then we are in a kind of classroom where English is taught , I'm in front of the classroom when a bearded old gentleman offers me a wafer that I reject and ask for my nationality. I respond that I'm Cuban and then he looks at me with disdain as imagining that I am not a believer. I wake up.

Sorry for my english.