“Tentou comer, mas a comida formava uma bola na sua boca que não conseguia
engolir. Sentia que estava num sonho, uma névoa parecia rodar à sua volta, os
seus amigos continuavam a conversar ignorando-os, não se pareciam aperceber de
nada. Comia tentando manter os sentidos alerta, apesar de se sentir agoniada - Não me respondeste. O que é que pretendes de mim? E quem és tu?”
"She tried to eat, but the food formed a ball in her mouth that she couldn’t swallow. Felt like she was in a bad dream, a fog seemed to run around them worst her friends continued to talk ignoring them, they did not seem to notice anything. She was trying to keep the senses alert, despite feeling nauseated - You did not answered. What do you want from me? Who are you?"
"She tried to eat, but the food formed a ball in her mouth that she couldn’t swallow. Felt like she was in a bad dream, a fog seemed to run around them worst her friends continued to talk ignoring them, they did not seem to notice anything. She was trying to keep the senses alert, despite feeling nauseated - You did not answered. What do you want from me? Who are you?"