The dialogue took place in Adrogué. My nephew Miguel, around five or six years old, was sitting on the floor, playing with the cat. Same as every morning, I asked him:
— What did you dream last night?
He answered:
— I dreamed that I got lost in a forest and that I finally found a small wooden house. The door opened and there you were.
With sudden curiosity he asked me:
— Tell me, what were you doing in that small house?