It was Monday, and as every Monday I was helping my mother in the marketplace. I only lived with my mom Arantza because my dad was fighting in the civil war. All the nights I thought about him and I was waiting hopefully the day that I would see him again and we would be all together.
My maid was knocking on the door. I was going to be late to the party and my brother was getting upset. My name is Josephine Swan and I am 22 years old . I live with my brother in a very big house in Long Island.
This happened some weeks ago: a strange man wanted me to cut his ear. I was on my examination room of Arles (France) that morning of the 23rd of December of 1888, like every day, when, suddenly, a man called Vincent Van Gogh appeared running into the nursing. 
Beep beep beep... I wake up like every day at 6:00 a.m.. It is Monday, so I must go to work. I prepare myself for a hard day at work. I have a cold shower, I put on my best suit and I have a coffee. Yesterday, I arranged to meet with the CHANDLER Company at 10.00 a.m.