It was the twentieth of September, and I got up early in the morning. While I was drinking a cup of coffee, I grabed the newspaper, and in the front page, I read: “Child missing in the Prado Museum, yesterday afternoon, accompanied by his sister and their parents”.
And I wondered: “Where was he?” “Why had he disappeared?” “And how had he disappeared?”
Some day we ourselves would find out…
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