I sit by the open window and hear a loud child’s voice from the street:
and Serena! Go out, I took the ball!
I felt like I was back in my childhood, in the late 1980s. I remember how at that time we played football, ran on the buildings, made carbide squads.
But the evil cry of a neighbor from the neighbor’s window:
What are you nuts? There are no phones?
It quickly brought me back to my harsh reality.