El juego

Yesterday they forced me to play a game and I was frightened. They say to me, describe a path, a house, a cup.

The sea.

They say describe the sea.

And I do it. And I tell them that only the water touches my ankles and that the cup is locked inside the house. That the path is hot, and that’s why the little drops condense hugging the cup. They ask me for describing a wall. Not any wall. The wall. The insurmountable. They say, from here, you won’t walk anymore. Do whatever you want. But it will be in vain.

I could shout at them because of it. Get angry and fight against the wall without trusting them but I do. I trust them. And I only scratch it for letting little stones that make up the soil get under my nails. I lean on it, and thus, I will carry the wall with me.