And suddenly the camera was pulled back turning the characters of this memory into nothing but characters of a virtual game led by external forces, observed by them and carrying no actual emotions…It all became a horror scene of a film where flashbacks are shown in order to point out minor details that would add up to form the sequence between the events and the result…Where is my home? Is this a dream or is England my everyday set? Am I still home and I am imagining things or is this a memory from the past now just before I die? Maybe this is nothing but the illustration of a girl’s fairytale…
