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hall that ran behind John,
and for which they had
entered, it read, “Metropoli-
tan Area Forgotten Things
Container.”
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There must be a mis-
take - said John in a grate-
ful tone - but I have not lost
anything, nor have I made
any claim, surely, you are
confusing me with someone
else with my same name.
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Oh no - said the
man in gray - the Reposi-
tory of Lost and has noth-
ing to do with us, here are
the forgotten things - and
taking a paper that was
located at the top of a pile
of documents arranged in
one of handed shelves. In
the paper was written the
date of Monday of that
week, made four days ago,
and pointed out a moment
that had happened forty
minutes before, which said:
“This Friday on my way to
work to call my ex girlfriend
and invite her to dinner”
John recalled immediately
the call he had forgotten
to do before getting on the
subway, and he shivered
and goose bumps.
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What kind of joke is
this? – He asked.
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No joke - said the
man in gray - In fact, here
I have the forgotten poem
you wanted to write about
human rivers dry leaves, let
me tell you that was a pity
that you forgot it because
this poetry could have won a liter-
ary contest. It is very inspiring.
John took the new sheet that his
host was giving him and read
what it seemed incredulous words
from his vocabulary, phrases that
at some point he himself had
thought of, and that as soon as
they appeared, they were forgot-
ten.
Fear took over of his heart and
reason. Clumsily he began to
thank the man in gray by the
time and hassle of having shown
some of the warehouse, while he
apologized for the meeting that he
should keep his boss a few hours
later.
The man who seemed to be in
charge of the place looked at him
with some disappointment on his
face, and said it was important
that he could see the section of
“Forgotten People” in the area of
“Tangible Personal” for the corridor
that stretched to his left.
John panicked, he immediately
thought of all the people he had
known in his life, and imagined
who might have he forgotten. A
childhood friend? For surely it was
a friend. It could not be a relative;
he could remember all the impor-
tant ones: grandparents, parents,
siblings, first cousins and even
more distant cousins, nephews,
godchildren, aunts and uncles.
With some of them, he did not get
along, and some others, he did
not stand but the man had said
“forgotten people”, he did not said
hated, loved, or indifferent people,
but if you thought about it, the
indifferent and the forgotten peo-
ple were almost the same. No, it
could not be that, no one can go