The Enigma: Cristian

Silvain, suddenly appears in the kitchen, I am about to serve the chicken on a plate; He approaches until he stands on a stool and rests his elbows on the counter, his palms supporting his face and he looks at me.

“I thought you would be hungry. You fancy?”

He denies, he doesn't stop seeing me, I'm beginning to believe that the past discomfort, of which only little remains, affected him. I move as if I were taking steps in a minefield, stealthy.

"Go home" he repeats. “After