About the book: year / What a downpour! Will it ever stop? I was soaked to the skin and completely chilled. But at least the lightning doesn't flash anymore. Strange. I haven't seen one since I woke up. Although there seemed to be one. I don’t really remember anything, but the sky was definitely marked by a fork of light... no, not a fork. More like a cross. Of course it's stupid. Lightning does not take the shape of a cross. I must have had a dream while I was lying in the mud. And I don’t remember how I ended up on the ground either. Perhaps I was waylaid, robbed and abandoned, and then the rain brought me to my senses. True, my head doesn’t hurt, but a sharp pain shoots through my shoulder. No, robbery is ruled out. Ring and money in pocket. I wish I could remember what happened, but when I try to reconstruct the events, nothing comes of it. Somewhere deep down I don't want to remember. And why is that? It seems... no, the thread has broken again. It was probably another dream. Definitely different. Terrible! In the meantime, you need to take shelter from the rain. When I get home, the first thing I’ll do is light the fireplace and let my brain rest. Yeah, I remembered where my house is. It's not that bad if I remember…