I was in my birth city, but it had changed. One of my uncles had moved, and I was going at his new home, some kind of appartment, to moe the lawn with my brother... The neibourghood was all changed. It now had some commercial street, pretty much like some kind of downtown. There was a railroad track just up the hill, really close to the main street, alongside, and lots of people were walking on it instead of walking on the road. I remember that the railroad track looked very old. In reality this part of the city is kind of old, close to the river from which the city gets his name. I always tought that it was the most ancient and poorest part of the city, with struggling people that I don't know. So the railroad track was speaking for that. On the mainstreet, we were driving and hitting all sorts of detritus, maintenance workfield, all sorts of things. We would drive through all this, almost without feeling any contact, altought I was fearing it.

Once we got to my uncle's appartment, I found out that he was living in a big appartment complex. There were lots of people into their appartment, mostly some unsignificant familly, like one aunt that I barely see and talk to, some dumb cousine, and foreign people that must have been from my aunt's side of familly. There were also two small Indians (from India...) with glasses reading the papers. There were so many people, sitting all around, up high, everywhere in that big appartment. We were almost ignoring each other. It really had that "unsignificant people" feel.

Then I saw the lawn, kind of in an animated picture fashion, some kind of charachter was going down a big hill very quickly. That was an endless hill, their field. And I just see it with small frentic charachters sliding and going down the hill very quickly. The End, I think.