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- That they weren’t real though they seemed to be. – Said Raúl.
About this we were all certain. We talked for a while about the different
projections and everyone presented their own point of view. There was one
other thing we all agreed on: the images were so real you could almost
touch them.
I then asked them something that tormented me at times: “where was this
projection room? Was it in the ship on my pictures or somewhere else?
Underground maybe? Under the sea?” None of us knew the answer to this.
We all had theories but nothing conclusive.
Mr. Toño still hadn’t arrived. I was worried about his health. I told the
others that the last time I saw him he looked very frail and scared.
- Why do you think they chose us? – Asked Nereida.
Nobody of the others answered. I said that maybe it was all random, with
no special consideration. To this question, if we had been chosen or not, we
really couldn’t find an answer that would settle the matter. If we had been
chose then, why were we so different? What were the criteria used by these
people from another world to choose us? If it happened to be that all of us
were blonde and blue eyed then maybe we could say that they chose us for
those characteristics; but physically we were all different. We concluded
that if we were indeed chosen then there had to be a common factor
amongst us. Maybe it was on an emotional or spiritual level. None of us
knew for certain. There were still many mysteries before us. All we knew
was that something beyond the reality we were used to happened to us.
Now we couldn’t visualize our routines or future they way we did before
the experience. We can’t see religions or philosophy the mundane way we
used to. Our minds were now open to any possibility. Nothing now seems
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