I take a deep breath to calm my mind and I close my eyes. I have to stay like this for more than an hour, but after that, the time loses its sens and the only thing I am left to hear is the sound of my own thoughts. I don't call upon the old man right away, instead, as Camila advised me, I try to relax, to tame the madness inside my mind.
Like anyone else, my subconscious is a chaos. Memories, fears, thoughts, they come together like a messy attic that no one ever bothers to clean, just trows in whatever they want not to see and forget about it forever.
After I feel comfortable enough, I call the man. I know he will come. I always knew that if I call him, he will show up, but after the last discussion, when I found out I am actually dead, I was too terrified to talk to him.
But he sure
