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them. Nobody else seems to be in the house. It looks like
the lady lives alone. Well, solitude is a good thing. You can
wake up when you want and walk around the house as you
like – naked, half-naked, sitting and standing up like that.
Yes, I like solitude.
I’m living a regular life again, going to work, coming and
having dinner. I put the chair down, pull back the red
curtain, pull myself into a corner and sit in front of the
window. In the morning, granny had sat on the balcony in
her nightgown. She was probably drinking coffee or tea – I
say probably because the distance between our buildings is
such that I can’t see whether she is holding a teacup or a
coffee cup.
On this occasion, I’ve been sitting for a long time. Waiting.
She isn’t there. I start to get worried. Her room fills with
the light that comes from a television. My girlfriend is alive.
I wonder what she’s watching – a TV show, movie, cartoon,
football? There are many people living in the building
opposite mine. There is a newborn on the fourth floor, I
saw the baby yesterday. Her mother was breastfeeding on
the balcony. It’s interesting, like watching people through
the window of a bus. They come, go, eat, sleep, wake up,
dream, sneeze, cry, laugh. The same, the very same boring
and regular people.
I sit on the balcony for so long that the woman gets up,
turns off the television and the house goes dark. Good
night.