It was about 8 a.m. in July, the concert had finished and we were ghosts walking back home through the Park Carol. And then something amazing happened. We started noticing things around us: the two boys and the girl sitting by the shore of the lake, the incredible peace surrounding them, the silence, the light, the trees, the slow movement of the leaves. Catrinel laid on the grass; I had never seen her before so peaceful and in such awe. It was like she was seeing beauty for the first time. We were talking but somehow kept it silent. As for me, I felt like I had just been able to wake up in a dream and be conscious about it.