Camera by Santiago Eximeno
	I’ve installed a whole surveillance system in my house. I screen everywhere, from the front door to the bathroom. Thirty two cameras placed with the precision of a clock man, always moving, always recording. I edit all the records, and then watch them. While I do it, the cameras keep on rolling. Yesterday I saw again the other man standing by my bed, in one of the tapes. I can’t see his face; despite I’ve taken shots from several angles. Why does he only appear in the records? Why can’t I see him? I ignore his identity, but I need to know. Pretty soon. Today, on revising the camera of the living-room, I’ve discovered him sitting by my side in the sofa. And he has leaned his arm on my back while we were watching the tapes.
	Story Copyright © 2005 Santiago Eximeno - Translation Copyright © 2005 Joaquín Revuelta Copyright © 2006 Ediciones Efímeras