This is the real world. This is the world that Mother knows.
She is inside her home. It is a two-story cottage in Toledo, a town of Castilla La Mancha. The town encircles a hill. The houses are egg-shell yellow or dove white and covered with brick-coloured roof tiles. Her home sits on the top of a lane curving up to the Alcázar.
Mother is in her bed, opening her eyes. She goes to the window and opens her curtains, seeing the hazy clouds and the Tagus river underneath, as well as the sharp green cliffs on the other side.
She had dreamt she was on top of a horse in Mongolia just now.
Su vida ahora tiene que ser la realidad. No es una ilusión.
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