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I go to a futuristic-style building, which happens to be the Training Center of the taxes shown on The Hunger Games. I'm carrying two bags of those square of skin with stickers from different corners of the world. I look around trying to make a general sweep of my situation. Everything is white or glass, and many people are busy or talking on my phone. Dozens of clerks in white suits and blue, like the aliens from the modern version of''V,''the crowd swarming. I come to the room I was assigned a permanent smile receptionist. What''seedy,''I say to myself, and I can not help but laugh, a hysterical and nervous laughter. The room is illuminated by a light bulb hanging from an orange cable on the roof, which makes everything is in a constant shadow. The furniture is typical of a grandfather living room furniture in dark wood with carvings on the legs. The walls, white-black is peeling off at the slightest touch. A voice announces over the loudspeakers that the taxes should go down to the fitness center, where the message stops, starts playing a song, when just repeats itself, and thus constantly at a high volume, which apparently is increasing. Soon, the login: Heat Wave of Supersubmarina. I seem to be the only way to hear a conversation with another tribute I made it clear:''- How strong is the music from the speakers, going to leave me deaf. '' ''- What music? I do not hear anything. '' The gym is extremely crappy (the gym of my high school . . ), with ragged blankets, esportillados banks, and in the center a table covered with a maroon cloth where the evaluators were: a woman and four men. They talk, but do not lend an iota of attention. The loudspeakers announced that we must go to citizenship classes. Citizenship''?''. I get to class, and I am a teacher fainted on the floor, and a lot of guys my age who jump on the chairs and throw paper balls and airplanes (quite well done, by the way). I stand by the door in the corner, evaluating my opponents. Go! That novelty, do not leave me. You'd have to see changed from song to sleep, giving the next button of your head. I like Cientocero or XXI. I know, is that song stuck in my subconscious. I also like that, and you Care Center. I've thought the same as Moonlight. By the way, you notice the airplanes and see if you looked at Moonlight walking around? If something is not working as it should XD. I loved how you told this time the dream could continue you like and write stories, sure would be very cool: D. Splinters make origami cranes and rabbits, but I can not make airplanes, is a thing I stand (to say nothing of boats, such as higher beings). . . .
