ANDI'm struggling to decide if it was real or if I imagined it. All I can do is write it down here as it happened to me and let you all judge.
After a complex period in my life I left England for the UK and went to live in Argentina. I moved to San Telmo to get involved in the antiques trade, which I love, in Buenos Aires. Now it's a city filled with spiritual activity, although I didn't know that when I moved here! I was aiming for Palermo because that's where my friend lived, but I ended up in San Telmo – long story. Anyway.
When I first got an apartment, I felt lonely: I admit it. I would like to have a dog or a cat, but the owner was complex and I didn't want to risk my happiness in a fresh country. So I bought two fish, thinking, “The owner can't object to the noise they make!” and for a few months we were all elated.
Then, unfortunately, one morning I discovered that both fish had died during the night. I don't know if they fought or if there was something in the water, but they were dead, both wedged in the bubble-generating treasure chest they loved when they were still with us. I buried them in a diminutive park in front of the Recoleta cemetery and got used to the idea of them being gone. But I missed them and after a few weeks I decided to get fresh fish. I saw no reason to replace the tank, plants, or treasure chest when they were clearly popular.
But here's the weird part: it doesn't matter what I do, the fresh fish won't go ANYWHERE NEAR the treasure chest. I even tried to put their food inside, but they wouldn't touch it! I finally bought a fresh tank and they are elated in it. But what was it about the ancient treasure chest that made them afraid of it? Maybe I'll never know.
Thank you for allowing me to share this. It's difficult to deal with things like this when you're away from home and away from your mother, and sometimes you feel like you're imagining it. It's good to know that other people are sharing these experiences and you're not alone with them.
Love
Jose
