El mundo es un lugar horrible lleno de cosas hermosas

One night I found a paper ball on the floor: it was a sheet of paper torn from a spiral notebook and written on both sides in blue ink. When I got home, I tied a sewing thread and that was my first dog, the dog that no one could forbid me to have. I had wished so much to have one and now I could even secretly sleep with it. It was several days of happiness until - naturally - someone saw in my dog only a paper ball and threw it in the trash. "In the world of imagination everything is possible" said my mother and when Miss Adelina questioned the colors of my drawing in painting, I used that phrase for the first time to defend myself. Twenty years later, I managed to have a camera. When I saw the images I was surprised: my photos were evidence. Like those that those who believe in UFOs show you. Evidence that what I saw, moreover, existed.