I used to go to my grandparent's house. Actually it was an apartment, but I remember that they had this small hill next to it that was almost impossible to climb and after that, there was a park with games for children. Anyway, I always thought that if I climbed it, something amazing would happen. I never reached to climb it completely. I used to tell my grandparent's doorman that I was going to catch a star but I just needed to jump higher, so he lifted me up in the air and I reached my hand to try to catch one. So innocent. Today I dreamed with the same apartment, with the same building I pass by every Thursday. You weren't there, anymore. I guess I never got to understand you completely and now that seven years have passed, I want to tell you I miss you. I think you would be very proud of me. And I promise that Dad and I will go soon to Spain to spread your ashes on Lekumberri.