I Fall In Love In Another Dimension
Chapter 9

Estiben regained consciousness again, his surroundings were disconcerting, he remembered the explosion, did he dream that? or was he in purgatory, at last he would know that he was hidden behind the curtain of the afterlife, at last he would know the answers that a living person wants to know, but should not hurry, then he walked with his hands while he checked and cleaned his whole body, he also remembered his children, family and friends, he would leave them alone without him, he did not care about the goods he never had, or the recent fame he did not enjoy, he only thought of his loved ones, in the even more uncertain perspective of not seeing them again. When at last he was able to rejoin, he felt a voice calling him, he turned to look for it to replace that it came from a body under some rubble, and as he approached he could see a person who asked him: "Are you Estiben, right?

-are you Estiben right, I don't know how you are here, please forgive me, because I betrayed your trust, I had no choice. My family is being held by them? Saying this he exalted his last breath.

Estiben's confusion increased, to overflow almost to the point of collapse, when some people dressed in strange military uniforms questioned him as follows -Stop, scientist! Who are you, where is the dictator Altares? Go quickly to the infirmary, you don't look well, you damn lining.

Estiben walked away, taking a very different elevator, with the idea of going to the infirmary, until he felt that he would not reach it, because his asthma did not stop increasing, he had to crawl to the street in search of fresh air, It was very strange that there were no guards, surely they were also looking for Altares, but wait, he used to be an ugly monster from another dimension as well as his henchmen, why was he now seeing people?, The only strange thing is that they were dressed differently, he crawled out to the street with his wheezing lungs swollen almost to the limit, when astonished he contemplated the sky that was painted in greenish colors, he got up to sit on a bench, only he went straight when he crossed it like a mirage, he got up again to observe that some things like the chair looked as if they were made of water, he tried to touch a gelatinous wall that he effectively went through again, he entertained himself with these things helping his asthmatic crisis to stop; until he heard some horrible noises followed by an avalanche of monsters like mud that ran towards the palace throwing thunder, scared he ran out turning around, but clumsily collided with one, but that went through him as if he were really dead, panicked he kept running until he hit a wall that he could not distinguish that was not gelatinous, this helped him to understand what was happening to him, somehow that explosion of those machines moved him from his dimension to this one.

His heart was filled with despair, now what would he do to return to his family? He was not only in another country, now he was in another dimension where it was very difficult to distinguish his own reality that was in conjunction with another, at least on this side he did not need special visors to see the "monsters" on the other side, at least here he was a stranger because his counterpart was a scientist named Yací, Perhaps his only chance was to replace her who was in the other country, he was at the crossroads of not knowing where to go, with no money, little or no geographical knowledge and from what he could infer was under a racist and xenophobic regime. Perhaps he was already more lost than if he had died, at least in purgatory he would not be hungry. He tried to return to the government palace, but the multiple explosions, made him run even more until he finally got lost in that great capital.

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Poor Estiben, he had to walk long distances, sleep in the cold streets, beg for food, drink water from puddles, flee from the authorities and radical groups, his hopes were diminishing each time, worsened by living in a world where he did not know what was totally real. He was trying to overcome, maybe he who was less than an average man, could save these worlds, maybe he could replace a way, after all he was a fighter, he would have to get to the other side any way he could. He was thus rambling while eating a meadow tile, until his quiet meditation, was interrupted by the sound of a crowd of fans calling out:-.

-There's the foreigner, let's kill him!

He ran off, dodging rocks, avoiding them, and fell down a cliff that dragged him into a river, while he tried to swim against the current as he watched the angry mob continue to throw objects at him.

Downstream, when he was about to drown in the orange river, he felt some arms grabbing him: he thought it was death, embracing me, but those hands pulled him out of the river to quickly hide him in a cart. The mob, blackened with hatred, passed by, shouting harangues about how they were superior to everyone.

The old man by the name of Messiah took him to his home, healed his wounds and sheltered him near the fireplace, until the moment he saw him wide awake, he said to him: "Sir, you made it, you did it:

-sir, he made it, what a joy, I thought he would not wake up, he almost drowned, although he also has many wounds, I apologize for what my fellow countrymen do, they are not guilty, they were only indoctrinated by the damned regime that controls everything, from education to the point of changing the books to suit them, now it turns out that our leader Altares is a saint who has dedicated his whole life to help the country, the episodes of his cruel takeover of the government have already been erased, how many dead including the former president who was dismembered. Do not judge that we are all like them, usually there are more good people than bad, what happens is that the second ones are toxic foci that not only do bad, but also do self publicity and more over they try to convince others to do what they do, if not they will try to destroy their opponents.

Estiben rejoined trying to speak, he answered this:

-sir, please help me, I have to return to my country, I thank you very much for saving me, the truth is that I am lost.

The old man, who could tell by the way he spoke and the way he stood up straight, sticking out his chest, that he had been a military man, said to him: "Sir, please help me, I have to go back to my country:

-Mr. foreigner you must get better first, you can't go around exhibiting your hair to be filled with stones, you must improve your strategies, you are still very far from the borders, I will try to disguise you so that you can take a transport cart, I will try to accompany you, I don't know how far I can take you without raising suspicions, The regime has eyes everywhere, they already know who is who, what they are doing or where they are going, everyone knows that I lost my wife, that my children were lost in the war, the gossips will wonder where that lonely old man got a relative, the best thing will be that you travel a little away from me, but first get well, it is a long and winding road.

The day of his trip arrived, the old man filled his luggage with snacks, which was composed of clothes he had saved from his children, which was uncomfortable, because it was a smaller size, they began the journey, but it was not entirely free, helped him carry the harvest to the village where he finally embarked on a mule-drawn carriage, apparently they had not discovered the engines. The old man said goodbye with a kiss on her forehead and with teary eyes whispered to her:

Take care of yourself, my wife was also from your country, she could not survive the fanatics of Altares, please if you see them do not hesitate to flee, they do not capture prisoners and mock their victims by desecrating their corpses, best of luck my son.

The silence contemplated the crying of both, but the departure was inevitable, soon the old man walked towards his house and when he arrived he discovered that his home was in flames, his tears and pain could not observe the soldiers who as judge, jury and executioner, were condemning him of treason for helping an enemy.