I dreamt I woke up in some Arab country,
and we were travelling by min bus,
trying to escape something; I don’t know what.
Then we changed transport; I don’t know why.
Maybe to not leave tracks.
Then some armed inspectors got on.
We had our tickets; my mother sister, friend and I.
Our neighbor didn’t.
They took some stuff from us, for inspection.
They never brought them back.
They took my shoes because they were wet.
They took 25 thousand dollars from my friend’s account.
A tear rolled down his cheek. He said it was all his savings.
I said, let’s do something. My family said: You don’t see?
They took our neighbor and he didn’t come back.
Then I woke up and I was in Poland, and I was despondent,
because this was the most realistic dream I’ve ever had,
except for the part that it happened in an Arab country.
I think in my Argentinean subconscious mind,
Arabic and Polish are synonyms
since they are both equally exotic to me.