Sunshine broke the night. It was an early morning when he got up with a high awfull scream ('cause of the last dream). Demons and gods, whitches and wizards from everywhere (heavens or hell?) followed him and M. did not know why. All these "dances macabres" had worried him during several months. So, it seemed to him that the answer was there, somewhere in his mind. Understandinf turned around him. Morning coffee. M. allready forgot his nightmares. Morning magazenes. He opened one and his glance stood right at the top of its main article. His memory became brighter. His eyes and mouth opened, his hands shook and trembled. At the moment he clearly remembered those days, that evening. The Spring was warm, shiny. He fall in love at first sight. He met S. in the Gardens, she was gorgeos, she wore a little red dress. He hadn't ever seen such a beauty. Their evenings were full of tenderness and passion. But soon he had to left that city (after all the Whole period was bad for both of them). He was honest to her (So, he loved S., didn't he?). He promised that he would return as soon as he found a job (or anyway after six months, as he said). Then there was another city, and then another one. After six months' adventures he was run over by a car and simply lost his memory. There was an article in the morning press (with a bright-coloured photo). They said that it was an Unforgetable Day for the people who lived in Gardens, 6 (near the Temple). 'Cause this morning a girl committed suicide, she was in a cute little red dress in the photo. The neighbours found her lying on the floor witn a picture of a young man in her hands. "You'll definately return, and it'll be an unforgetable day, darling..."