I was at home, everything was sunny. I my secret corner I was tinkering, I was growing happiness. She was mine, all mine. A calm corner. I went on the terrace to help with some repairs. The fence had to be fixed and I started digging, hammering. My brother T. and my sister R. also came on the terrace. At some point they started talking. T. had found my secret corner. He was happy to share it with the others. I was happy too. But just for a moment. Then everything was taken away.

I was wondering aimlessly on the streets searching for the house, for the place. It had to be there, but there was nothing there. After a lot of wondering I ended up near a hill. On the hill it was a church and people around where singing. They seemed more like hippies. One of them said to me to lie down on the grass, in the sun. For a moment I was again on the street. The fence still lied broken. It seemed deserted.

Time had passed. The world had changed. I was a sepia like old/new place. I was wondering about the old place and wanting to call it a number formed in my head. I entered a phone shop. The sales person showed my the phone. For a while I starred at it not understanding the problem. The phone only had 4 keys for 1, 4, 7 and 9 I started dialing and could only dial the first digit. I needed a 6. I searched the shop for a better phone. Then the sales person showed me his top phone, a 100kg cement phone which had a 6. I still could not dial but the the first 3 digits and I could not afford the phone anyway. Everything was in vain.

I woke up.

Missing keys

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