VENEZUELA .

When I was living in VENEZUELA, once I got very angry with my now ex. I left and went for a walk to a nearby town that had a kind of closed square on the highest part. I always went there to forget about everything, because there were never people there and the view was beautiful. On That day it was already night and you could’ve not see anything, but I did not know where else to go to mourn, so with the light of my cell phone I traveled all over the place until I reached the square. I snuggled up on a very old wooden bench and I cried until I fell asleep. Between dreams I heard the footsteps of someone entering the square, and I felt how he sat at my feet on the same bench and put his hand on my feet. Distressed I suddenly stopped to apologize for having slept there, but when I got up there was no one. I have never felt so much fear and so much peace at the same time. After telling the story to my friends, they told me that nobody went there for that same reason ...