When I started this confession - but what does it matter, one day a blessed hour will enlighten me and I will write the events without a trace of truth, so that we can see each other more painfully, like the death of children that puts a preface where nothing would have been written or like the staircase that follows a mysterious path when you go to ask for something, so that afterwards you don't know how to come down, (and if we didn't have fear, no one would know why they live), or if they suddenly opened the cupboard in that suspicious hotel "what are you doing here?" they ask me, "what should I do," I tell them, "overtime", "and who are you?", "my witness is God, gentlemen, if I ever learned" or therefore I was unbearable, or they had planned the three great crimes of the century (someday I will tell them)