I didn´t know where I was, but when I opened my eyes, I
discovered it, and it wasn't good. I was in the floor of a
narrow room, with humid walls, a brown decorated
harpsichord and a small wooden table and chair. Also, in
front of me, I saw a familiar face; I knew I had seen it
before, but who was him? In a moment of “illumination” I
discovered it. He was Antonio Vivaldi, with his large white
curly hair and fine complexion. But, why was I in front of
Vivaldi ?! He asked me again:
-“Are you good, son?”I didn´t know what to answer, so in my confusion and
desperation, I asked:
-“What year is this?!”-“We are in 1 731 ”.
How did this happen?! I don´t know; this looked like a
Science-Fiction movie, but it was real. After being helped
by “my father”, I finally knew the answer: the violin was a
time machine that transported you to the time and place
the piece you performed was composed! Now everything
had sense, but at the same time, nothing had it. The
instrument had turned me into the son of Antonio Vivaldi,
but I didn't see the violin there. It was gone, just as my
hopes to return to my time. And, what was the place for a
crazy future man like me in 1 731 ? The madhouse; the
place where I would spend the rest of my life.
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