The Dreams

Dream 62

At last I found the ancient photograph among my old things. My joy was stillborn, however, when it quickly became clear that the picture had worn with the passage of time. My dear ones’ features had been blotted so badly, there was nothing left of them but memories.

As fate would have it, I found myself in the waiting room of a government department, in my hand the service file of an employee who had been following in my footsteps, and who demanded a promotion. From experience I knew that the subject fell within the purview of the personnel department.

I looked for this office, but found no trace of it anywhere. As I passed before the storerooms, the door opened and out of it came a colleague whom God had taken from us a good month before. He seized the file from my hand and returned to the magazines, claiming that the subject was really his specialty.

His apparition made me forget what I had come there to do.