At some point all of this reality surrounding me now seems to come out of a Kafkian story with the more reason you try to keep the less reasonable it is for the outside world, so that you start to doubt your own reason and think, maybe it is you who has gone mad? And you see that your life back there might have been a dream or a book that you might have read or a movie you might have seen, and you are almost convinced that it was not real, either this real or that, but it cannot co-exist, not in your one and the same life. And the more you try to get out to this reality to that one, the more and more absurd reasons arise of why the document you need is not legally possible to obtain, and you start to almost agree that you will never get out of it anymore and you leave the possibility of another life to the next dream.