4 days have passed since my arrival in Texas, my cell phone could have rung hundreds of times and I will not have heard it, my mind was totally in that house, in that family, and in that case. The old man's house was my temporary lodging and the memories of his life flitted around the place, although my stay was the farthest from the house, the nights grumbled screams of pain.
I could see him wandering the hallways of the house at least three times a night. The old man spent his nocturnal hours static in front of the photography room; the lives of his daughter and his wife flashed before his eyes repeatedly during the life loop of the night.
