it was a cold November morning and i had gone out for a walk; it was my first day in Corfu; i was walking and smoking cigarettes in the narrow streets of old town; there were no other people on the street as i had gone out around five am, very early; whilst watching exterior of the shops of a sudden i saw a woman who was wearing exactly the same clothes as me; she had high heels, black as me; a long black dress, a strawberry tattoo in her bare arms and rose long and straight hair, just like me; she was wearing the same costume as me so i put out my pistol and i shot her two times; i killed her;