… I imagine that instead of lying on the bed I’m on a carpet, flying over the streets and squares of my city. A moment later I can see the whole earth while still perceiving the details of the mountains and rivers, roads and railways, the sea and the beach. I even can see the little private lives of different people. One is reading a newspaper on a beach. A couple is dancing in a terrace. Some kids are playing in the sand. Workers and a crane. A young boy can be seen studying behind a window. In Kyoto people are waking up and preparing breakfast while in Varanasi they are profoundly sleep. In Rio children are coming back from school in the afternoon while in Los Angeles people are having lunch. I can see all of them at the same time, like watching small wonderful bugs wandering on a ball. And I am one of them!
