The front door was open.

I entered a large hall dark, which it followed a scent of lime and rust. On a multicolored glass skylights and covered with cobwebs, which open very close to ceiling lights seemed nests, entered the room a faint glow, just enough to allow it to distinguish in the dark, large cabinets that lined the along the walls. A ray of light fell clearest on a broad staircase whose steps spent resting on stone pillars. High oak doors, arched, leading to different rooms, but I dared not to approach any of them: it seemed to me the gates of a prison. It was still there, with a heavy heart, looking for a way when the door suddenly opened and two large Molossian, stained yellow, rushed towards me.

I let out a scream. The monster jumped on me, sniffed my clothes and went out again throwing angry howls.

– Who’s there? ‘Shouted a voice, whose timbre severe and powerful had thought I heard often in my care and in my dreams.

A shadow appeared in the doorway he was.

Red clouds floated before my eyes. I thought my feet had taken root in the soil. He breathed heavily and leaned against the pillar of the stairs.

– Who’s there? What the hell he shouted again, trying in vain to see in the dark.

I turned all my arrogance. She was calm and proud when I had said goodbye to him some years before, wanted to introduce me to be the same since. Did he need to know everything that I had suffered in the interval?

-Lana … indeed … Lana is you.