[Fiona Querido diario, it's me again, ¡no manches!, one day I’ll finally bore you to tears and then I'll really be alone. But never mind, that’s a story for another day, I actually really just wanted to tell you that I had that dream again (sí, that one). I was in a very long alley (qué gacho), I was pedaling on my green bicycle, and next to me there was a bicycle that was pedaling with nadie, no one on it, and it spoke in a low voice. Then, dios mío, the voice picked up speed, and my bike started to speed up too, until we both crashed at the end of the alley. Híjole, I have to take Sara to the nursery before school like every Friday, but I'm so terrified right now. I know, I say this all the time, but this time, it's different, I can feel it. But why am I always so scared? ¿Por qué? Can you help me? <                                                     >