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I imagine a soldier sleeping and sweating in his bunk. The fever brings his dream to the battlefield, where the damage to the trees and the unrecognizable landscape remind him of his own skin. In the nightmare he is alone, the only survivor, as if death were something that could not happen to him, but could happen to others. Actual explosions, and later, the buzzing sound in his ears that he started suffering a few weeks ago, are seamlessly integrated into the dream, the buzzing sound in an original shape. Enemy fire is always lurking in his footsteps as soon as he steps outside, however, little by little, the brain is placing the elements to escape from the trenchline.