I don't know where I am. It's somewhere, but where I don't know. I don't need to know. It's just a place and I just arrived, as I do everyday. It's my routine but today it's different. I don't know why but it seems natural to me that it's different. I'm carried with things, things that I normally never use. And that place is like a brown and orange school bath-house, with the usual smokes and noises and children laughs. So I place my unusual things on the normal place. The place where I'd put them if they were usual. A bag, big and brown, made of stock (I don't recognize it, but it had been mine since ever), filled with unknown. A big brown coat, old (not too cold nor too hot. An indifferent cloat) and a green scarf. And than sweaters, lots of them. I take them till I'm just with a thin one. And than the people around bring me a pink apron, stamped wit small pink flowers. They are smilling, really happy I'm there. I don't know where am I, but I know exactly where I'm going. Behind the place where I placed my things there is an operation room. There's a dead lamb being operated on a table surrounded by masked doctors. They have no faces, except the most important, that happens to be my teacher. The corps of the lamb is probably smiling, but I'll never know because it's turned to the other side and I just can see it's behind.

- Welcome back! - says the teacher, my anatomy teacher. They are all happy to see me there and, behind the masks, I start to recognize some of my mates. They are focused on their jobs.

- We tought that we'd never see you again! - says the teacher - I wonder why you came back... Diogo!

I wonder why I left. Yes it's him. Diogo, my friend. He's there and just pass by me smiling shy. Why did he helped me? It was not supposed. My best friend is not him, my best friend is his girlfriend. Why is he taking her place? It does not matter, that means he his my real friend after all. I feel his hug. We may not be touching, but I feel like he's wraping me on his arms and that I'm burying my nose on his shoulder that fits me exactly...

I have an insight. I know exactly why am I there! Finally, I was being annoyed for not knowing what was happening! The place, brown and orange, where I am has stairs, so much stairs that I can't count them. People are running trough them, just the people around the operation table stay on their places. I'm dragged by the mass of people running to the street, but I'm not afraid. I get out to the light, I'm getting out of a building that seems the child of an orange church and a brown hospital. People are together on a group, filling all the street between my building and the building on the other side (that is the same on a grey scale version). They are not looking at me, they are not looking at people gathering them. They are looking forward. It's an abism, a cliff! I don't remember it was there before, but it makes total sense for me. I walk to the first line of people and watch what's in front of the cliff. It is a platform. And another platform. And stairs on the sky above them, with people running by them on circles. They are part of the sky, I shall not bother about them. So I pay attention to the platforms. I feel that I shall be on the other side, but I'd had to jump a big space and I'm afraid of falling and never come back. There are hundreds, thousands of platforms, one above the other, till the infinite of that cliff! I look down and I see clouds. And than I understand the meaning of those  and I scream to the others:

- It's our earth! We're getting closer to the sun and we're going to explode! That's it! This is the death! We must go to that other side and wait there for our evaluation, so we can encarnate on some other place, on some other form.

I look behind me and I see that there's no need to be afraid. People are flying between the gaps, and on the nearest platform (just under the cliff, off course!) we can sit and wait for the rest. I'm prepared to be the first, for the first time on my life (is it?) I'll be the first to take the decision! But than, unfortunately, I see Andre (the primate from the beach line. He's all dressed in old green today) running, running from all his fears and jumping! He has a big cellular phone on his right hand and stays on the gap, sending messages. I run too and fly on the gap, waving my arms. Like on other ocasions I expect to try to fly and than fall and make an huge effort in keep flying. But this time flying does not seem interesting. Not even to Andre, who left his cellular and tells me to sit. (well he does not exactly talk. He groans a nice order)

So I'm there, sit, between Andre and a Lady with black hair and a dress that has the same pattern as my apron. She has no face. And, on the end of the platform... Matias? What is this guy doing here? He's wearing a green shirt like Andre, but they are not supposed to be in the same place, they don't belong to the same community, to the same world, to the same perception. Matias waves me smiling, but I decide to hear the Lady that, even without a face, is talking to me.

- We're dead, you know... We're waiting here for the train that is taking us to God and to the Pearly Gates on heaven. Heaven is just like our world, but so much perfect... Just with the perfect and happy and beautifull things on it! It would be scary if we did not knew this was the death, but since we know that our world is going to explode into the Sun...

(talking about the sun, I don't see it. The sky used to be blue, so blue, with it's own light but without sun. Now it's each more yellow, with yellow cream clouds filling it. But with no sun. Everything has it's own light, it seems)

»... we do not fear death, because we already know that there's nothing to lose. And that we'll find all our good things behind the Pearly Gates!

I want to disagree, since I believe that we're all going to encarnate in some other body in some other paralel world. And I'll believe that till the end of my days. I mean, till now. The Lady smiles to me without a face and we start to get up. The train is coming. It's a metalic train, modern and bright, shining with it's own light. It does not have the usual wagons, just the passenger's. I enter the first, with the Lady and lots of people. The wagon has stairs that lead us to a down part. Me and the Lady get there together, close to the wagon's door, that has a modern bright window. I see more people entering and, above everyone is Diana, not dressed on her usual brown cloth, but with a red sweater. She's smiling and saying jokes and I wave her to join me. Probably she did not saw me. I don't care. Now all I care is the Lady who's saying that are too many people on that wagon, but whatever could we do, everyone was dying, it was the end of the world. And I think about a big queu of people on a white marble street, waiting to be evaluated for Caronte (it's where we're going, to Caronte's Dream Beach) without knowing of eachother and what's their state. Because "many die but everyone takes a different time to arrive here".

But... Where are the others? Was I alone? I ask the Lady without face:

- Do you have any idea where my people can be?

- You can try to phone them. - answers her without interest

"I wonder if we have phone lines on this transition..."

Fortunately I had filled the battery of my cell phone last night! I search for it, tinkling (I have my blue bag with me now, seems that I already had it without knowing), and it's on green! I search for the numbers but I don't seem to find them.

"Stupid me! 217605014"

But noone answers. In fact it does not call at all. Seems that we don't have phone lines on the transition, in fact... So... I cry. I cry loud to the uninterested Lady. I see my face all red and crying:

- But this way... This way I won't be able to say goodbye to my mother, to my sister, to my Nela, and to my grandmother and... and to my Lípio, oh my little Lípio, I won't be able to say goodbye to all of them, to say sorry for all those things I've done. Oh sister, I just wanted to say her I'm sorry for not giving her that lollipop when she asked for it! Oh please stop this, help me find them, help me, I just want to say goodbye. Even to my father, I want to say all of them that I love them, oh please stop this!

But the train was already moving and she just said:

- We're all finding eachother on the Pearly Gates.

I'll not discuss that, in my way, we'll never find eachother anymore. And if we do we'll not remember who we were and who they were and to say goodbye and sorry and I love you. But I accept. Maybe there are some Pearly Gates after all and maybe I'm wrong. I don't seem to be sad anymore, I look with an uninterested curiosity trough the window. It seems that the train is showing our world before we leave. I see bridges that end on the edge on the cliff, that is a desert, and the wind blowing between the corps of burned people, dressed all in black leather (I suppose). The sand is covering them and they are disappearing, those corps. And I know that one of those is mine, but why should I care?