and midnight. sleep break meat rockets with a motor, take a sound barrier under the windows. Like they flew. From afar, along the five-storey entrance, the TRRRRRRRR of the irrigation tractor grows. I am silent, my husband is silent. How loud it is! and grows... in the peak of the thunder he runs with large-scale tires on insomnia. and flourishes, long hanging somewhere in the dusty darkness. by Uplz. of horror. He is returning. My heart will soon jump out of the hustle. Even louder, closer, the AAAAAA... floats, slowly but delivering direct physical pleasure from the growth of peace in the universe. Pause

half, a loud whisper in silence: "he did not find us"