Women do not age, however. A dark December morning. I have breakfast, my grandmother, whose room I rent (she’s 82 years old, intelligent), reads the newspaper and asks me:

A man for an hour – how is it? Announcement here.

I: Well...what to repair in the house, nail to knock, to fix...what a man in the family usually does.

Grandmother (smiling cleverly): no, then there would be a master for an hour... and a man in the family not only knocks nails (thought dreamingly)..to call something for the New Year, once I still meet...

I barely drowned the tea.