Trafika Europe 4 - Armenian Rhapsody

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.

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