I didn't see the car.

Or was it a bus?

I don't know. I don't remember very well. What I know is that it hurt.

A lot.

I passed out.

When I woke up nothing had changed.

Actually, it had.

No one could see me. I tried to call their attention, but they didn't listen.

So I went back home.

Mom was there. She could see me. And she cried when she did.

Something was wrong.

She took me to a certain place. It looked like a shopping centre, to tell the truth.

There was a giant queue there.

We had to wait.

My turn came, and the guy there told me to get in the elevator and go to the 4th floor.

The 4th floor was for the good guys, I had heard.

Two guys went out in the 3rd floor. I was alone.

The place looked even more like a mall, then. It was completely empty, but the general feeling was the same.

I didn't want to go in yet, I thought there were just too many things I should do before my time came.

I went to see the airplanes and the zeppelins.

There were too many of them, and too many people coming out of them.

I was bored again.

Then I met friends I hadn't seen for a long time. One was missing two front teeth.

We sat in an empty café. There was no one there beside us again.

It was good to see them, but we all had to go in the end.

I took the elevator – another elevator. I was in front of a room that was only for the people with my surname.

It was written so in the door.

I got in and my history teacher came in to take my name.

There were many computers there, and many people playing the computers.

You had to play in the computers because the computers would give you all you would need for the rest of your life, they told us.

I played until I was too tired to carry on.

Then I left the room and followed the corridor.

My journey ended with a very bright light.