Winter evening. You lie in your bed beneath an absurdly heavy blanket. The TV is on in the next room — Jose Ignacio and Laura seem to be flirting. Your eye itches, but your hands feel so enormous that you're afraid to move them. The kettle loudly whistles in the kitchen. You have a fever, buddy. Your ears, cheeks, and even your lips feel are «on fire». Your mom will enter the room soon with a large cup of tea with lemon and honey in her hand. She'll touch your forehead with her cold palm. And she’ll say that you definitely won't go to school tomorrow. You'll try to smile in response, but it will only come out as the grimace of a dying martyr. Of course, at some point, you'll completely forget about all of this. And then, by pure chance, you'll listen to the mix by Kom Kom for 5/8: radio, start nodding your head to the rhythm, and recall that feverish evening in bed with an inexplicable but deeply pleasant nostalgia.
