The school in my yard has always been distinguished by intelligence and cleverness, but today it is just a fairy: I have gathered, I mean, to vote, I approach the building, and there, as always on the days of school and state events, music from loudspeakers, children's choir and all such beautiful, good eternal, and here I hear.

Goodbye, my loving Miyai-sha, go back to your fairy forest.

I moved on the wall holding my stomach.