I assure you that the photograph is not stunted and I did not force the black cat to pose on the lintel of an abandoned house, under a number, thirteen, which always drags the black legend of doom.
If I had been superstitious, I would have thought that fatality - that the ancient Greeks called Fatum or Destiny - was preparing to give me some of that castor oil, metaphorically speaking, which is bad luck.
But I happily finished my trip, without any mishap assaulting me, while the cat remained immutable, surely keeping with determined determination, the spirits of the ancient inhabitants of the place.
Now, I will be honest with all of you and I will tell you, by way of confidence, that as I walked away from the place I crossed my fingers, thinking that: you never know.
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