I follow Christian, who carries the enormous suitcase to the room my grandfather has assigned him, right next to mine. I enter behind him and ask:

"Is that really what you want for your life?"

He finishes placing the suitcase on his bed and turns slowly to face me. He approaches very slowly until he is only half a metre away.

"Yes, I want this," he replies firmly. "I don't want to be alone anymore in a world I don't know, where the only memory I have is the cake your grandmother used to make me. Is it wrong to want to be here, in the only place where something...