I am a very old man. In fact, I do not even know if I am myself. All I know is that I am in a wheelchair and that many young people are surrounding me. I am in a garden with plenty of different flowers. There is a small creek separating the garden in two. All of the people around me are Japanese. They keep on saying things like ” We should go that way! “, ” No, that way! “. A young Japanese woman is moving my wheelchair around the garden and we end up alone in a silent area. I see a young geisha in a vivid red kimono. She comes next to us and salutes us. She is extremely beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. There is another Japanese woman with western clothes accompanying her. I ask the woman ” Why are you accompanying this geisha? ” and she says something in Japanese that, in my dream, I understood, and although I do not know what I exactly understood at that moment, I remember that I cried.