One balmy summer night, Anna dreamed she was Vincent, her doppelgänger. He was just like her: he wrote, he read, he wore a hat. Anna woke up startled. She no longer knew whether she was Anna who had dreamed she was Vincent, or Vincent who was dreaming he was Anna.

Maria and Marie, twins, had been inseparable all their lives, doing everything together, and even sharing lovers, who could not distinguish between them. They became more distant after they married. Still, when Maria drank lemonade in her kitchen, Marie, in the house across the street, would shout: Needs more sugar!

A hat-wearing gentleman was on his ship when a gust of wind blew his hat off his head, tossing it on the sea. The waves carried it afar. Weeks later, a fisherman angled the hat from the river. He put it on his bald head and thanked God for it.