I am sitting in my favourite runner-up.
In front of it sits a classic 1st bike.
He sits, turns a plate of soup and a plate of sandwiches.
Next to him is his helmet. It lies on the table, slightly on the side of the bike and closer to the sandwich plate.
And here I see a cat’s foot coming out of the helmet, pulling out the sausage from the sandwich and pulling back.
“And at home we can’t eat, and at home we refuse,” a motorcyclist whispers and turns a plate of sandwiches with a whole sandwich to the helmet.