When I drove to the Baikal, I dreamed of an interesting dream. Some kind of landfill and a mountain of garbage pulls a large pipe for pneumatic mail, like in America, only in this person can climb, and just he flies out there: all in white, like Al Pacino, and he is albino: hair, eyebrows, eyelids - all white. and says:
I knew that the outside world existed on Earth. Now people will teach my people to live well, rightly, without crimes and quarrels!
A man next to him sits on the landfill and says:
“We can’t break between ourselves here, we’re plunged into lies and violence, so go back and say that we haven’t found peace on earth.
(A short story for a short story)