#2Once upon a time there lived a woman i hated. I hated her because she looked exotic and horrible and beautiful at the same time. I hated her because I didn’t understand her . I hated her because I feared her. Finally I hated her because we shared the same man and name. This is her. I see her eyes looking at me through the times and spaces, sideways. We used to be friends, then we became bitter enemies, then we shared besides the same man and name the same sickness. She died, I survived. I inherited her clothes her children, her purse. I opened it trembling. She had an earring inside, a little bit of money and my photo. I looked at my photo with her eyes. Now dead . I violently started hating myself because I was exotic and ugly and beautiful and because we shared the same man and name and now the same body too. She was gone but I was wearing her eyes she hid in her purse. That was our matrimony.