I enter my room in a state of mild confusion. I don't know what to think. I wish Robert would be kind and write me a message. So to know how I am, to know if we really have to meet tomorrow and if I have to come over for lunch. Nothing comes. I am still tormenting myself in bed for a while when suddenly sleep catches up with me and I slowly slip into a stupor.

I woke up the next morning all sweaty. Agitated by the dreams I had. I saw Robert's father in the dream, but I don't remember what happened. I only remember his big hands...