A wall of plywood in front of me, plywood, signs of nails, is but a thin barrier and more than a dark space, a space in the middle seem to be abandoned and a dusty old trunk and a chair a bit 'Deco them alone, almost a blank.
Beyond the dark space of the trunk and seat are thick drapes blacks, block the light on the other side tries in vain to enlighten and give an appearance of living space. The tents do not block blacks, however, the voices, a random noise, indistinct, beyond the curtains and the wall of plywood that is always in front of me, the buzz is neither loud nor annoying, but constant, real presence and a sense of expectation, must fill the time.
Everything is ready, weeks and months spent laughing, joking without taking itself too seriously, weeks and months spent trying, toil, work, worry and laugh at him. Now nothing seems ready, the doubt until the last "Maybe we needed more time" but the time is up in front of a wall of plywood. I look away, the wall began to dislike myself, I seek the eyes of those around me in the dark blue of this narrow corridor, knowing smile, no words, no sound, mute gestures and words to remind everyone that we are not alone that all goes well, us.
A bit 'of stretcing to relax the muscles without losing tension, yet a look around, again the wall ... ok, do not panic ... the buzz is growing in intensity, feelings and emotions quickly cut my thoughts, hope and fear arm, I do not dwell too much, I will not let me distract the leave pass almost undisturbed. Carry the look on the wall Ugh, more and more unpleasant, however, started to enter my visual space, almost voluntarily excluded, an opening is on the right side, a door with another black cloth, than there is room still dark, the chest and the chair, I know I'll go from there but not yet ... (Continued)
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