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Lucio, the writer and narrator of this story is sitting in his office, trying to write something to earn a living, when suddenly he’s no longer in his Buenos Aires apartment, but has landed in a beautiful land of green and beauty. Not knowing were he is or what that shift meant he begins to explore the surroundings…the amazing landscape is breathtaking, filling Lucio’s heart. At that moment he begins to wonder about the space and time shift he was in, he begins to wonder whether this is a dream or reality’s new and weird way of manifesting… Looking around he begins to recognize the scene. He had seen it on TV, read about it on history and anthropology books… He knew it, this was the land of fire, a land of magic and beauty were the harshness of the weather contrasted with a sort of tropical vegetation, and it looked like heaven, where the best of each place is set together… Lucio founds a path, a sort of road he decides to follow, to see where fait will take him. As he walked along the road, some strange feeling invaded him, he felt this was something he had done already, the familiarity was unquestionable in this case, he knew it, it was a deep feeling. The sudden image of a life he had already lived and was living again in a different way made Lucio remember the Mayan and Inca conception of time, as a circle that repeats itself although in new and different ways… This he had written about, this had been his part of his lifetime experiences, this feeling he was familiar with… Suddenly back to his study, Lucio –without even stopping to think about it- begins to retell his experiences so far. The minute or two he sits in front the PC translating his thoughts into words were the last moments he would spend in that world dimension. He ignores that. One does many things, things that appear transcendent, mayor, important, as sort of statements when acknowledging the termination of something. May be in this case ignorance was a blessing, he just sat, wrote a few lines and then…. he said to himself: ”Something’s wrong here “ He was gone. Nothing would be the same after that; he and his story were never to be apart. To be continued…