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At 20, he already was living with Martha: I had married early. We were in a remote place in the suburbs, in a tower block built in the mid yellow. I spent the whole morning to work with jack, chopping wood. It was a tedious job, I gave only just enough to pay rent and eat, without any hope that we should desire to go one day. But 'we were good: we knew our neighbors and almost every day dining together in the courtyard. Jack lived in my same building, so we came back from work together. I was in love with Martha, but I do not know if she was in love with me. It was the most discreet woman I had ever seen. He did not talk hardly ever, and when he did very words were read, as if he would weigh too heavily on people's minds. One day I was with Jack, returning from work, and I stopped to buy a few bottles of red wine quapparino. For the uninitiated, is a wine that makes you have a dream of the future. They have a drink and paf! you find yourself in a kind of trance where he sees a dream that you have in a week, a month or a year, it is not known. It has no great practical applications, but it is a curious phenomenon, and the price was quite high, but heck, for once I could afford! For lunch I invited everyone to take a glass, drank and drank not know what it all together. My dream was this: I dreamed that we had a picnic, and I felt that my wife did not want to share with other people. The feeling was growing up to become desperate, and cursed the world with violence for having inserted in the brain the desire to love a woman. I do not know what to dream the other, I had no time to hear it. Just reopened my eyes threw him a jack and made a fight until we parted. Rialzatomi, I looked at Martha with a look of hatred, and not speak to her I went away forever from that place. I knew my unconscious, and knew well stimulate future which could make me do like a dream: in a week, a month or a year, I would betray my wife with my best friend.
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