I'm in a corridor, it looks like an upper passage because I can see out to the street. It's already night and I'm talking to my childhood friend Filipa on the phone. She's telling me she has an online page with photos of us and that people have been asking for access so she's been giving it. She tells me this as a confession and seems to be checking if I'm upset. I ask if she has my last name on the page. She says she only has her last name. I think about how she has a social media profile with so many followers. I ask if they have any way to identify me and she says maybe through image recognition but that we look alike physically so that wouldn't work. I add that AI also doesn't recognize images that well. My concern is whether her followers can make a connection to me but I foresee they can't so I'm relieved. I also think that she managed to do what I never could, create a channel to externalize our things.
Filipa is telling me about something but I interrupt her because I remember I didn't tell my grandmother I was late for dinner. I look in the direction of her house to see if I can see her but I don't see anything. I know my father is no longer present and my grandmother is also on her way out. I feel her house empty and I wonder if she's still there. Filipa says she told my grandmother and I feel more relieved. I call my grandmother anyway while I'm going in the opposite direction of her house on that passage. She says to give kisses to my mother and I say “ok I will” but she doesn't seem to believe me and I say I will several times until, irritated, I shout at her that “yes, I will”.
Then I arrive at a studio where there's an elderly lady, very well dressed and with neat make up, so much so that she looks younger than she really is. She's working with my mother in what looks like an atelier, and I ask my mother if she's not about to go on holiday and she says yes, today is her last day. I tell them my grandmother sends kisses and I wonder if they heard me shouting at her but they don't say anything. I start apologizing for not warning I was coming so late but they say they weren't expecting me for dinner. I feel empty. My mother is also leaving on holiday. I feel left behind. No one noticed I was late and no one is waiting for me for dinner.