Five years ago, I had to work from Peter to Moscow for a couple of days. As a transportation chose Bla bla kar (or as there his). I arrive at the exit point. There is a Mercedes minibus. I go to the back row. To drive at night, you need to sleep, so that you do not get out of the regime especially. The car crashed and touched. There were two deaf men with me. We go for an hour, two, and it begins to fall asleep. And here I just feel the vibrations in the air on a physical level. I open my eyes, and these two guys seem to be actively arguing with each other. They sit in their seats, communicate emotionally in their sign language. All the other companions are asleep, the driver turns the lamb, quietly playing the radio. I know they don’t bother anyone but me. I pick up the phone, open the message. I said, “You can talk quietly. I want to sleep very much.” I extend the phone to the person who is closer. He takes it in his hands smiling, passing it on to his companion. He reads and smiles too. They write on my phone that they are apologizing for the noise. They hand over the phone and knock on the shoulder. I don't really remember what I dreamed, but I slept well and well.