Here's a short story sent to us from Barcelona by Beatles fan Teo Boy Curcio @teoboycurcio titled 'It's Not A Dream'.

It's not a dream

I have been feeling this way for exactly eight days today, I´m sure, it is not a dream.

I walk inside a factory, perhaps an electronic products factory, I go to the exit door that is visible behind an almost endless assembly line. Through the wide windows you can see a sunny park. Everything looks deserted and I don't know what time it is.

But I am sure that I am in 1965, in some state of the American mid-west, and I am a little afraid to be alone. On some tables were some empty Coca-Cola bottles, beyond that detail, everything is tidy and clean; and in silence.

I am at the heart of the engine of a great production source.

But, I'm alone...

Everyone has gone to see The Beatles concert.