His life for the last three years has become a world without faces, they all seem familiar to him, even his own, but his brain cannot associate them and until they speak to him he cannot identify them.
Everyone tells him not to be anxious, that it is a problem that will heal, but he knows that they are words that deep down hide a call for resignation.
He is a ship that sails among thousands of islands without remembering the ports where it docked, a sailor who confuses the blue of the sky with the color of the water.
It all began with a rise in his blood pressure that caused a stroke and a fainting spell, when he woke up everyone was a stranger looking at him in fear.
He closed his eyes thinking he was dreaming and when he opened them again they were still there, unknown faces with voices of people who were his family.
Everyone tries to understand him, but no one is in his place, when he looks in the mirror a stranger looks back at him and he has even gotten used to talking to him, but it's like being the lead in a dance of faceless people.
Sitting in the park, with the breeze invading his body, he compares his situation to the blind man who needs other stimuli to recognize people.
He will have to get used to living in a world without faces because the other way is to die.
