Looking into other’s windows is not good. But sometimes, coming back from the roof to our sinful Earth and accidentally looking into windows, you realize that our life is so transient and pressed. Different people parted with a thin partition live near: new “Pepsi” generation of infantile young people of indefinite sex with ear-phones; not very young, but very respectable in the past, engineer, who is just a salesman now; forgotten old people. In the evenings old people eat their lenten soup without any light, mumbling with their edentulous jaws. And through the window they can hear the rattling sound of modern music.

And it seems to drop with a crash a wall of rain… I want to bend down, pull my jacket on my head, run into the entrance door and find myself in childhood again.