Let’s go back a few seconds before I saw my neighbor’s face. The experience does not begin with an external perception. I walk along the pavement and see the street and the pedestrians, but in that precise moment my mind is not focused on the external world. The experience, from the moment I have chosen to cut out, begins with the image of my mother. It is the image of the first interaction I had with her that day. I have just put on a jacket, I turned around and there she is. Her eyes are big and bright, like a cat when, seeing a threat, is waiting for its first move. She sees me and, as anticipating to every move, says: “Good morning”. What is she afraid of? She fears I say first “hello”. That would be very painful for her. She says “Good morning” not as a greet, but as a sign of power. She doesn’t want to greet; she wants to greet first, and she does it with the violence of the worst human feelings. That is a frequent experience. That is my life all the mornings, so I had decided never to fight against her. I always wait for her greeting and then I respond friendly. His greeting is like the victory of a race whose opponent never was there, like the shoot of a cowboy to a disarmed opponent. I had just turned around and I was stroked by all her dominance. I know she is so, then it is not painful the most of the times. I prepare myself for the attack and it doesn’t hurt. But today I was unprepared. I just turned around and saw her. The constant drip of pain in the pit of the stomach turns into an injection of rage rising through my throat till my brain. I suppose when I was walking, I saw the current world, I don’t remember, but that injection of pain evoked in the subtlest way that experience with my mother. Then I said to myself: “I must live in the present moment”. I felt my breathing, felt the warm of the sun and the cold of the wind. I saw a seller of avocados, the dogs in the street, that woman in pajama at 11 o’ clock. I tried to remember the beautiful things of what I am and what I want to be. I imagined myself being a better human being in better material conditions. But the pain apprehended as rage remained. Then I see my neighbor’s face.