That night I couldn’t sleep.

          When I phoned Lucia the following day, she told me to be in the graveyard at midnight. She had to show me something very strange. I felt nervous. Why in the graveyard?

          When I stopped my car, Lucía was waiting for me next to the door. She took my hand and we walked for five long minutes until we arrived in front of a white tomb. "Read", she said.

          “LAURA ROWLAND. 1925-1945. REST IN PEACE.”

          "Is it a joke?", I asked Lucia.

          "Can you imagine how she felt when she read this?" she said.

          Not really. It was true that Laura had been born in 1925, but...