One evening I saw a lot of bats flying out from holes in a tree. This woman I was there with was actually kicking the tree to get them to fly. That was in my real past. (I'm starting to notice that certain things have moved to this shelf called My Real Past.)

What happened three days ago: We were in a small but capital city in a small square, or big, and it was full of people and then a band started to play and about one thousand birds already asleep on a tree woke up and flew off, and I thought it was part of the show, the opening of a festival, but most probably they were just frightened or at least freshly awakened birds flying low.

They were like small bats or origamis having a go at mid-air flight.