We need to believe. That is the question. Right or wrong, but we need to believe in something.
That is the first notion to which Marta, the unhappy protagonist of this story, pushes us. She herself takes care of bringing us up to date on her own life, with that credibility and closeness that the first person of the main narrator offers.
Marta had dreams, wishes, hopes. She could have been a great dancer, from whom she drew the applause of prestigious armchairs, saturated with aromas of expensive perfumes. Now all that is just a broken dream of the past that was not.
And although the past is always past, what never was harbors the bitterness of a present without pain or glory.
Bloated within its four walls, the world beyond the peephole of your door offers you nothing of interest.
But Marta has humanity, remains of it at least. So when he has to help out a neighbor who is about to leave this world, he does so without a second thought. That solidarity detail leads her to a strange world. The house of her neighbor where she leads her after paying attention to her hides an extraordinary secret, or at least that is what Marta interprets.
That was what it was all about, believing in something. A door ajar reveals a bed ... above it a head with long blond hair can be seen, as if hidden from the light and the world.
Finally the neighbor dies and the owner of the blonde hair is left in a limbo of nonexistence. Her neighbor's son does not know what Marta is talking about when she asks him what happened to that other woman who lived in his mother's house ...
But Marta believes in what she saw. And once back to the world through that morbid curiosity, Marta will be willing to do anything to reveal her truth ... What she could not imagine is that this insane curiosity will bring her back to life in its many edges.
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