The sunlight filtered in through the window. Miguel rubbed his eyes to fully wake up. Adjacent the environment, could be heard Connie busy in the kitchen. He sat trying to find his boxer under the sheets. "Damn
boxers, always hide when I look thought.
He went to the kitchen, as he felt the minutes were advancing rapidly.
"You get ready. People would arrive soon, "Connie said.
"Yes, of course," answered Michael, trying to remember just who it was
Hours later, the sun shining overhead, the people were sitting at the tables or sitting in groups chatting. A nostalgic sounding background music, while some went back and forth waving to Miguel. Not remember when was the last time I saw so many familiar faces in one place.
- But it's Mark! How did you get here man!
"I could not miss," he said, slapping him on the shoulder.
-Wow .. this is crazy ... I'm glad to see you. Long time, "said Michael, surprised.
"Yes brother ... "Fatima has arrived?, Told me to come.
- What? Connie has been invited? - Asked Miguel.
- Of course silly!. But you know. Who would not think it was Camilla.
- No shit! ... Have you been? I have not seen yet.
- Yes! Stood in the doorway, was accompanied. I also came across your Belinda, but I'm not understand "my bad Inglés."
- "This is very surreal not - said Miguel. Connie
interrupted the conversation:
-Love, there is someone you'd like to see, Follow me. The
guided by the side of the yard, the house seemed larger and sometimes unrecognizable. They passed through the garden between groups of relatives greeted Michael as he passed near them. His college friends raised a few drinks when they saw it happen. Beyond his first rock band made him a nod. Not far away, some guys from his old neighborhood he smiled. Miguel did not leave his astonishment, nor could remember their names. Connie
this is rare. How could you collect them all? Asked Michael.
"The situation dictated it," she said.
stopped behind an elderly couple who turned to feel them coming. Michael felt his heart accelerated when her grandfather spoke. Both had been dead about ten years.
- How is it possible? - Miguel said, recoiling in fear.
-Miguelito should not be afraid.
Miguel began to associate ideas: his lack of memory, people who had come to him so far. Beginning to have an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat happened.
- Am I dead? -
asked Connie to his side, his face changed. He nodded.
"You're saying goodbye to the people who were important in your life," said Connie.
- But how was it? What happened to me?
not remember anything, "It was a motorcycle," Connie said sadly. "But
I have no motorcycle, or I can drive one, "said Miguel.
"Do not you were driving," said his grandfather
- What now? What should I do? Asked Michael.
"Life turns forming a spiral, to learn from mistakes. Did you ever find yours?.
Miguel opened his eyes and woke up in his room, the sun gave him full in the face. She breathed deeply, relieved to have been a dream. He fixed his gaze on the poster of MC Echer against the wall, "Symmetries." Belinda was a few days had gone. Connie was a year that was in some third world country, perhaps with a new and exotic boyfriend. The bed seemed larger than ever.
Later, walking to the supermarket, with the thoughts in the clouds, did not notice in one of the many graffiti that used to be drawn in the neighborhood. The message is not clearly distinguished, but what if you could tell, yet, it was a curious orange spiral protruding into the dirty wall.
Miguel opened chose a pill box and took it to his mouth. He took a drink of water and tried to speak. 
