We met every four days in front of Carrizo’s house. The owners of the house had it remodeled and the main entryway was relocated around the corner. A pair of solid concrete steps now remained in front where of the old entrance once was. I asked myself why they had even left them there. I was told the steps formed part of the house’s foundation and if they were torn out the entire house would fall down.

One morning we found several candles and a small doll smeared with oil lying on the steps.

After this experience I dreamt for eight nights in a row that I was walking confused through town with the steps tucked under my arm. On the spot at Carrizo’s house a gigantic hole was visible.

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