And again Kaveh wakes up in the night, jumping out of bed, getting his feet tangled in the blanket.

He runs to the table, opening the album, sketching the features of a familiar face.

He had been dreaming about this girl every night for several weeks. She was saying something, but he never managed to hear what it was.

Kaveh remembered everything, but not the eyes, which were not imprinted in his memory.

Going to bed afterwards, he closed his eyes in the hope that he would see her again.