LOST IN TOKYO
The other night I had a singular dream: I was in Tokyo, and I was lost. I did not remember the name of the hotel where I was staying with my partner, and the streets I walked were unfamiliar to me. Suddenly, I saw a woman doing repairs on a ladder and asked her for help; she immediately got down and started walking with me through the nearby streets to see if I could locate myself. So the hours went by, and I was more lost than ever, until the woman told me that she could no longer do anything for me. The thought of my partner crossed my mind, and I told myself that he was surely wondering about me. Desperate, I continued walking through that unknown city until, in an open house, I heard a boy speak in Spanish with an Argentine accent. I hurried over to him and told him that my hotel was near a large fish market, and asked him if he knew of one. He didn’t and suggested that I go to the Argentine consulate in Tokyo; he would take me there. Luckily he didn't have to since, at tha...
