Date: 7/8/2017

By Beatrice Wielich

I was in a park with some friends and we were having a walk. One of them was carrying a basket full of pomegranates but they came in various looks, some of them were purple and so on. One of them was explaining what kind of "apples" they were and how would they taste and we were eating them. The first one I hate was kind of bad, the second one was good and the third one was terrible. I just bit it and put it back into the basket. Then the scene moved to a place. It was a wooden structure, shaped like an arch, with a plastic cover. There was like a restaurant under it. I had a sister and a brother that I don't have in real life. Their skin was dark, as it was my father's, who was laying on a bed in the restaurant, with all sorts of machinery and stuff. My sister got angry with him and switched off something to try and kill him. Then I ran, switched it on and we used a defibrillator on him. After some minutes of panic he got up. I drew a picture of two animals in the meanwhile. Matthew had posted to instagram another drawing of two animals and commented "they don't look like us because we still aren't like them" and then I commented something about my sister and my father. I remember there was something else then but I don't remember what.