she was, she didn't know how to come back home and she was hungry. But Doris wasn't thinking about finding her way, she was trying to remember her family, her friends, her real home. France was a good place, but Mrs. Papulova thought, she didn't know why, that this place wasn't her real home, and she wanted to spend Christmas in her real home. She was trying to remember. She never tried it before in her life, but she had to remember.

        Two years ago, on Christmas Day,
she was in the post office sending a letter to her purple parrot. Twenty years ago, Doris was in a pub eating a snack made by a snack machine, on Christmas Day. Thirty years ago, she was in the park giving to a little girl a stuffed bear that she bought in a stuffed bear machine. Fifty two years ago, a young Dodo was in a big machine looking for a coffee machine, ten hours later she was in France.

        Doris Papulova knew: she had to find a coffee machine, then she would find her real home. Dodo knew that in her cupboard therewas a coffee machine, but she didn't know where her fiat was, and the machine was broken, she was looking for a good coffee machine, so she entered a little yellow building. There were a lot of pigeons and letters and the old woman asked one boy:

"Where is the..."
"Dentist? School? Hairdresser?", asked the stupid boy, interrupting Dodo's thought. "No! The coffee machine!", cried Doris. "I don't know, sorry... But ifyou want to send a letter we have telegraph machines, this is the post office!", said the boy, but Doris didn't hear, she was far away.

       Mrs. Papulova went to the post office, but there wasn't a coffee machine, only a donuts machine, so she went to the mall. The mall was a pink building, and Doris knew that there was a coffee machine there but the mall was c1osed, the door had a sign: "We are c10sed because we will spend Christmas with our families, Mercy beaucoup."

       Doris was angry. Why everybody had a family? Why didn't she have a family?
"I want all the families to...", Dodo would say "explode", but a little yellow cab made she stop. She loved yellow cabs and she forgot what she was saying, then Doris entered the yellow cabo
"Where are you going to?", asked the
cabdriver.
"I really don't know"
"Excuse me?", said the guy, "I want to spend the Christmas with my family, can you...", then Doris, by the second time in her life remembered, she wanted