Chapter 8 Chapter VII

Brenda calls you in her long-lost and faulty Spanish and tells you that the paramedics sent poor Anhela to chemotherapy and radiation an hour ago.The hospital couldn't control her respiratory infection.According to Dr. Clark, Anhela's white blood cells have lost the power to swallow the toxins of the bacteria.She had received too many blood transfusions, and there was no healthy blood vessel in her body.The nurse had to inject the back of her hand yesterday. The pain made her moan incessantly.It would break your heart if you heard it.How about boobs?Poor boy, boobs are so skinny they'll scare you to death.The hospital has to give her chemotherapy again, but first of all, the infection must be prevented from spreading to the whole body.

Do you understand it?She is only fifteen years old, how can she suffer such a big crime?Camargue, I can't stand it. I can't bear to see her like this.I approached her bedside.She asked me: When will my dad come?Her voice is already very small.She hasn't seen you for more than three months.You've been to Toronto, you've been to Las Vegas, you don't have time to ask, even if it's just for a day, passing by Chicago!She's your daughter, isn't she?Camargue, I'm afraid, hurt.Fear of being alone and fear of what might happen. Tell me, who is Dr. Clark?Brenda said in amazement that he was the blood doctor who had seen her daughter from the very beginning.How can you not remember him!But here's the thing: you just don't remember him.Long ago you thought about Anhela as if she had nothing to do with you.You once said your daughter's name, but now she is a blank in your relationship.Pictures from concerts, pictures of her riding a bicycle, nothing of that past can touch your heart.You've been to her twice this year, but you're not even in the mood to hug her.She was very weak.She doesn't belong to you anymore, because now she belongs to sickness, to misfortune, to misery.And you would rather stay away from her pain.You were about to say something more on the phone, but there was nothing.You asked: How is Deanna?You and your ex-wife rarely talked about the other twin daughter.She makes you feel strange.Brenda replied that she never left Anhela's hospital bed for a moment.For now, she is temporarily away because medical staff won't let her stay in the chemotherapy room.She is here, with me.do you want to talk to herYou reply in fear: No!not now.There are two editors waiting for me in the vestibule.

You know, the domestic situation is bad.Every hour we wait for the Minister of Economy to resign.Kiss Deanna for me.Tell her: I miss her.Brenda, I will let you know if I am able to travel tomorrow.I have to hang up the phone.She asked: Are you on a business trip tomorrow?Anhela had a high fever of 41 degrees, and the hospital couldn't reduce her fever. I don't know if you understand: Tomorrow she may lose consciousness, get sicker, and the hospital won't let you visit.Camargue, must come today!You are the father!Brenda turns to fatherhood to impress you, which makes you angry because you've always done your duty.You spend a lot of money on hospitals and those bad doctors; they can't bring down a fever of forty-one; and she talks about your father's responsibility.This is simply intolerable!

So, you say: Brenda, don't rush me!You always want to manipulate other people's lives.Let me see how to arrange it and try to go out for a trip. To get rid of Brenda, you comforted her with a blank promise.She's trying to manipulate you; you're out of the ring again.You don't want to leave Buenos Aires at all.Exactly at this very moment to leave?no!Because the woman at the window opposite has betrayed you; she has put your months of attention on her into a ridiculous situation.After you have fashioned her body with your own eyes, will you allow your work to be destroyed in another's hands?You are angry, you are desperate, and you must punish her; you can't go anywhere with such a thorn in your back.You still have time to care about Anhela.Now, the woman opposite is more important than everything.

After taking the phenobarbital, the woman slept until twelve noon the next day. You put off all the appointments at the newspaper until she wakes up; you watch her walk feebly across the room, with disheveled hair and an ugly face.She called two or three times, probably to the doctor or her mother, and also to the work unit, telling her supervisor that she was dizzy and nauseous, and that she would not go to work until she felt better. While monitoring her, in order not to expose your activities, you deliberately hid from the windows of your room; you called an editor of the cultural page and ordered him to be absolutely small. ——You emphasized "absolute caution" to let him understand that if he makes a slight mistake, he will be dismissed from his post—to investigate whether there is any publishing house in Buenos Aires that is going to publish an essay about Jesus, about Essays on early Christian activities or related subjects.You tell the editor: Maybe it's a collection of essays by several authors; if so, you make a note of who the authors are.Remote publishing houses are going, underground publishing houses are going, and formal publishing houses are going too!None slipped through the net.

Send the report directly to me!Don't pass it on to others, the sooner the better!Anyone who dares to publish the stinky shit written by that bitch secretly, you will tear him to pieces. The woman was young and of indestructible physique.By two o'clock in the afternoon, the stamina of the phenobarbital had completely worn off.She drank water constantly and went to the toilet every few minutes.For a while, she's out of your sight to take a shower; when she comes back, she's fresh and energized.She made coffee, but did not eat.You see her hesitate before the can of orange juice, then put it back in the fridge.She has no uneasy feelings; you can be sure of that.However, you can't help but monitor her habits to see if she doesn't drink orange juice.In case she refuses to drink, you find another way to inject a second phenobarbital.

What was erased from her memory survived in the flesh.Whenever she was near Orange Juice, there was a possibility that the past would come back to her.You must remember what the woman forgot. You see her sitting down at her computer and checking her e-mail.She was so excited that she didn't have time to answer the letter. During the day, it was difficult to observe her, because the light in the street was too strong and the house was too dark.However, her movements are clearly visible whenever she approaches a window, whether she looks in the mirror or opens the refrigerator. You let a week pass for her to loosen up her habits.You know, during the course of the week, she used her office phone to call the Columbia editor twice, paying someone else's money to have a relationship.She proposed to go to Rio de Janeiro to conduct urgent investigation and research, and asked the unit to pay for the travel expenses.Go out and be a bitch, she's still a thief.No sympathy at all.

Now, you always come to your room on Guangfu Avenue early, and you must arrive before ten o'clock at night.You hand the lock to the night shift editor, or to Enso.Maestro - You hired him before the change of government.You chose Enso because of his political connections; you promoted him step by step because he was trustworthy and loyal; and finally, you turned him into your right-hand man. The first thing you do is not to grab the binoculars, but to cross the street and try to talk to the man and woman who are sleeping rough next to the woman's building.One thing you learned while living in Chicago: When speaking to a person who doesn't know the local language, speak slowly and enunciate clearly, as if the language of complete ignorance just slows down or raises its voice solved.However, it is most effective to speak with gestures.So, you slowly communicate with the man sleeping on the street, because the woman doesn't want to see you: when she sees you coming, she closes her sunken lips tightly and covers her face with a tattered blanket.The two men were refugees from the Kosovo war and spoke a complex dialect variant of Serbian.He and she are not relatives, they just met by chance because they escaped from the same mountain village. Their hometown is near the city of Pulan Hani, at least you think so.They paid a lot of money to come to Buenos Aires, bribing the immigration bureaus in Este and Posadas, only to discover that their fate in the capital was to be beggars.The man sometimes went to collect cans and empty bottles in corners where no one else had gone.If he entered an area already occupied by others, it was dangerous: he would either be beaten to death with a club or thrown into a stinking ditch.But what else could he do?no job!People lose their minds, and the only solid idea is to eat.The man's gestures speak: just for this belly, just for this belly.

Sometimes you give them canned meat and clothes.A woman says "thank you" because you hear her clumsy "thank you" when someone throws her a penny; When talking, she repeated to her fellow countrymen: Bas smo zedni. According to your guess, this sentence means "All we have is hunger", or something similar.By making him refuse to talk to you, you risk thwarting the connection you're making with that guy.So you try to be as polite as possible to her, try to dispel her distrust of you, and try not to pay attention to her rude behavior.But it's not easy; because seeing her like that makes you sick more and more.When she stood up from the straw mattress, her long unkempt hair spread out like a jellyfish.The stench was unbearable.She didn't get angry if you walked a block or two with her fellow countrymen, but she followed you all the time;

What you don't understand is: what is the basis of the interdependent relationship between him and her.It couldn't have been a physical relationship, because the man was still strong and attractive were it not for the lack of teeth; but she was completely deformed by scars and nightmarish diseases. You offered to rent a house to them more than once, but they refused.They still retain a certain haughtiness, as if poverty were a choice, not a failure.Now, you have no choice but to speak out to them both, and tell them what you need to do.The woman at the opposite window is leaving for Rio de Janeiro in three days; you must stop her by all means.

After speaking with Brenda, you come out to find the couple who sleep on the street: time is running fast.It is ten o'clock at night.For a few weeks the routine in the unit opposite had changed, probably because the woman was in love and would rather not be distracted.She came back from the office very early, rarely accepted invitations to go out for dinner, and started writing at dawn, and several hours passed in a flash. But on Sundays, her habit was the same as always: she went out for a ride and came back after dark.She listens to music and strips naked in front of a mirror.She paid more attention to her body than ever: he saw her stretching her limbs on the railing; after she got out of bed, she did curling exercises; before going to bed, she rubbed ointment on her legs and breasts. When Mormir—you have learned to say the man's name—is snoring on the rubbish heap, you go to him.And the fellow woman is still sitting there smoking.You ask her permission to talk to the guy.It's useless even if you wake up the man, because she won't let him move.You put your hands together and try to make a plea.You say to her repeatedly in Spanish: "Important, important." But you don't know which sound will move her.You insisted on saying "(Cekaouga". You thought it meant "I'm waiting for him". Then, you popped up a place name and finally let the woman understand: "Pulanghani." That man told you that all they wanted was to return to Pranghani.That was the hometown they lived in, which was destroyed by bombing, and there were no ruins left.But now Pulan Hani is starting to rebuild again.After returning, he can be a mason.You didn't guess whether he was talking to you about a mason or a foreman related to construction projects, because the language composed of gestures and expressions has limited expressive ability; the man's Spanish is the lowest level Yes, I can only say some practical words.You come to give them both the chance to realize their greatest desires. While Mormir is slowly waking up, you are hiding in the porter's room on your own building.You worry that the woman might come back from the office at any moment.Finally, you see the man standing up, his eyes looking for you.You signal him to cross the street.But he didn't cross the road until his fellow countryman told him: "Pitaiga".It's finally time for you to offer the man a quid pro quo: this is what you've been thinking about since you read the letter from the woman in the building across the building to her Colombian lover.You have to tell him "absolute secrecy" and you will repeat "absolute secrecy". How can this peasant who is out of touch with the world and does not understand Spanish betray you?You don't believe that the negotiation will go well from the beginning: the man will definitely talk to the woman endlessly.The conditions you offered were simple: a sum of money enough for two people to fly back to Belgrade, take the bus back to Puranhani, plus one week's living expenses.You still say, "Three thousand pesos." Then wait for Mormir to counter-offer and say, "Five thousand." However, he asks for more. He demanded new passports for himself and the woman.You think you understand what happened: everything was stolen from the two of them on the way from Posadas to Buenos Aires: papers, money, jewelry, clothes, photographs.You are surprised and ask him repeatedly: "Is it a passport? Is it a passport?" It cannot be done.How can you get passports for them both in such a short time?He's supposed to finish his part of the deal by tomorrow night; but you can't hand them both passports just seventy-two hours before.You say: "I'll give you both passports. What you say is what you say. Trust me." The man looks at you in confusion.He crossed the road again to discuss with the fellow woman.Either Momir didn't understand what you said, or the woman didn't budge.He came back dejected.You ask him: "How much time will you give me?" Mormir replies: "Now!"Uncompromising, pointing upstairs, unwavering. These two street sleepers don't know what to do, and it makes you angry.How dare these louse-ridden creatures oppose your will?You won't let the embarrassment they cause you go easily.When the time comes, you'll kill them both. Unfortunately, right now they are the weapons you need to teach that woman upstairs across the street a lesson.As long as they don't complete this task, you have to do everything possible to meet their demands.Probably have to find the director of the personnel department, Skadi, or think about it.Maestro helps; Enso has been in touch with the Sheriff's Department. You say: "Momir, I'll do it. I'll do it with all my might. At seven o'clock in the morning I'll send a trusty man to take a picture of you two, right here, on the street. You have to wash your face and comb your hair!Be as normal as possible.Then, at night, if possible, I will give you your fellow countryman's ID.After you have done what I want you to do, I will give you the money and another passport. "Momir left again to ask the woman if she agreed. The woman stood in the pile of rubbish and nodded. God, what a difficult secret meeting! But the reality is against you.Just as you were talking to Mormir, you turned off your phone.Now you realize there are two desperate messages on your phone.Enso.Maestro please get to the office as soon as possible!The president, he said, had fired half the cabinet; the president was in a life-and-death dispute with the Confederates who had put him on the throne.The president does not listen to anyone's advice, except for the opinions of his sons.The crisis has become so severe that the vice president may resign.Sisi wrote back and said, Camargue, the newspaper has ceased operation, and everyone is waiting for your return.He also said: "How can I sign the title of the headline without you looking at it? I have already prepared the draft and put it on your desk." You think again: how right it is to choose Ensor as the deputy. Half the editors hate Eun Sok.They tell you that Sisi was once known as the most reckless government spokesman in the country.Even during the military dictatorship, there were no such people.You said: You are too exaggerated.You transferred Ensuo to your side, because he didn't bargain for your orders, but tried to perfect your orders as much as possible. The infinite loyalty he expressed to the former president is now expressed to you again.While his head of state was blatantly stealing, Eun Soo used harmful and cunning imagination to tease the people of the country, and now the people in the newspapers are refining his fabricated words one by one. Today, Enso can't make up facts like he used to; but this guy is scheming, good at playing with facts, modifying facts and embedding facts.You repeated more than once: life is not fair to people like Eun Soo.If Ensor had been born in a country with a little more weight than Argentina, he must have been a Fouché (①Fouche (1758-1820). The French politician and founder of the police organization, due to his diligence and adaptability, could Served in every administration from 1792 to 1815.) is a Kissinger, is a Hoover (Hoover (1895-1972), FBI Director. Served in this position for thirty-seven years. Throwing the dice three times and throwing the same bad point - bad luck. ).In the biographies of Fouché, Kissinger, and Hoover, there is no such admirable double masterpiece: the former president made false confessions in Los Stordos Monastery, Alsina Aqueduct, and Moon Valley at the same time: you want to Tell Eun Soo about your troubles with that woman, because thinking about it might give you the right advice; but it's a secret you can't give to anyone. You can tell your mother, yes, that if you see her again, you will tell her all that is in your heart; but even if you have such a hope, you have not seen her for a long time, Camargue, and your mother has left this earthly kingdom . On the mobile phone dedicated to receiving messages from her daughter and relatives and friends, there were two angry text messages.Anhela's condition worsened by the hour.Brenda informs you in the tone of a funeral: the infection is out of control.Three doctors took care of Anhela in the emergency room.Brenda said, if you can't fly direct to Chicago, I implore you to find a connection to connect through São Paulo, Lima, or whatever.Camargue, you must come here as soon as possible.Deanna and I were desperate. Your ex-wife is crazy.Fortunately, she could figure it out, if An Hela's condition changed slightly, she would let him go abroad to see it!It's not the first time he's been stalked with a false alarm. Your daughter has a very difficult form of leukemia called myeloblastic disease, but it has been cured before, and there is no reason why it should be worse now.If Brenda was in your position, even for a moment, she'd know: a political crisis is upon you; you cannot leave the paper irresponsibly.If Brenda could see life on the wavelength you use, as she did in the early days of your marriage, she would have guessed that the woman across the building's trip to Rio was the only matter of life and death for you. Another message came at an inopportune time: it was Reina.Remis, she needs to see you soon.She pleaded: "I only need a minute; I am the victim of a misunderstanding. I want to clear it up to you in person." You will not receive her, you have already made your decision.You submit Reina's case to Skadi, Director of Personnel, for trial; you will not make any advances in her favour. Is it okay tomorrow?Ah, no.You don't want to leave any thread of your plan until tomorrow.You meet Skadi as soon as you walk into the office.Maybe he alone can solve all the problems that make you uncomfortable.You can't get around his big nose and it gives you a nervous feeling: like a big pepper, almost bursting.Skadi's character is an unexplored territory, so you choose your words carefully, as if walking on red-hot coals.He said: "'Doctor, you don't have to worry. We'll have the passports tomorrow afternoon. Fake passports, at a discount. I'll go find the ones that were stolen from the Polish consulate. Were the crooks we got out of the country Croats? Serbian, you say, Herzegovinian?Then no one can understand how much difference there is.Serbs, Poles, Bulgarians, all the same mud. "You willingly gave Skadi the last few stitches: photograph, made-up name, approximate date of birth: between 1954 and 1960. You don't want to have a translation error when filling out the conditions on the document; you remind Skadi, "If these details are wrong, it will be wasted when they go through immigration. Skadi, look: there are some rare things in those languages There's a G with an accent, an F with a dash, and an II with a macron." Skadi reassures you, "You don't have to worry! Haven't we ever failed?" You are also worried about Reina.Remis' question: That's an invisible minefield that neither you nor Skadi dare venture into.Skadi was about to venture into that area, and he asked graciously, "Dr. Camargue, has someone offered her more benefits? Maybe we forgot about Remiser?" You should really thank him, Because if he had one more capillary in his nose, he might die suddenly from high blood pressure.You correct his pronunciation, emphasizing the first syllable, and say: "It's not Remiser, it's Remis! Her full name is Reina Remis. You know she betrayed the newspaper. The Air Express " bribed her. Skadi, there is no other way but to fire her." Skadi panicked: "Dr. Camargue, let's take it slow, okay? Let her pay attention by stopping her promotion, okay? Fire her suddenly, we will pay a high price. Do we really have evidence of her bribery?" ?" You say, "Skadi, it's more expensive to keep her. Do it! Stop messing with the letter of the law!" What makes you angry is that you have to explain yourself.When it comes to Remis, you can't tolerate rebuttals.You repeatedly say to Scudi: "Fire her! But give her time. Let her make a few more mistakes. Let her sue us. We're going to keep her without salary for months and keep changing attorneys." what!It's so easy!The troubles that kept you restless are finally free.As soon as you breathe a sigh of relief, you will definitely call the presidents, editors, and directors of the Herald, every TV station, news agency, and every radio station you can remember: Reina betrayed you; Giving her a job is tantamount to declaring war on you.Camargue, you should learn your lesson from this.You have led her too far!You actually took her to a height where only people like you can breathe without being poisoned.You gave her your innermost being; you doubled her salary at least twice.She earns almost as much money as Enso.As much as Maestro.For her, and her alone, you broke up with Brenda and estranged the twin daughters, as sooner or later you would. You see: how Reina repays you: she is corrupt.You don't need to check to know: In addition to the free flight, she also accepts airline checks.You only have to look at the articles she puts out to say good things about the airlines.You will not forgive her, Camargue, even if she begs on her knees.You have learned this lesson from God: God is merciful but does not forgive sin. Now, you're going to call Enso.With Enso, you feel relaxed and free.Enso's mind is always a copy of yours; and if occasionally he has other thoughts, he'll give them up.You can tell him: tomorrow's title, for example, "There are circles within circles", he will enthusiastically support it.It's not bad to scare the reader once in a while, and it's fun to force the reader to reconstruct a language that has been dismembered, as in "The Vice President's Wait Is Abandoned."Or you can also use "Backstage Removal of Three Ministers".Newspapers are a grown-up game, not potato soup that a doll can digest.Enso will say to you, "Yeah, do it! That's great." He'll do it right away. The hell out of the corridors of the presidential palace rejuvenates Eun-soo.Although he still wears a shiny suit with a waistcoat and insists on a checkered tie, even though the penitent ex-president's cheesiness had cultivated him into this habit, the evasive, embarrassed eyes of the past are gone.Enso stuck his thumbs in his vest as he walked past the editorial office, like Noah listening to the neighing of horses, the trilling of birds, the hissing of snakes in the ark: grateful for his shelter.He greets you warmly: "Camargue, do you know today's news? Milosevic has stepped down. We have two valuable reports from Belgrade, an interview with Kostunica, He has come to power, and there is another Juan. Goytisolo (Juan. Goytisolo (1931-), a contemporary Spanish writer.) column article.But our president took a nap as usual, and after getting up, he kicked three disobedient ministers out of the cabinet.According to well-informed sources, the vice president may visit the door at any time to question the crime.We hinted at it but didn't say it. Do you want to change the title?Do you want to emphasize it? "You ordered, 'Eun Soo, don't move anything.Everything stays the way you were.Your front page arrangement is impeccable.Nothing will happen to that world tonight.If the vice president resigns, he has to wait until the president has thought about calling him to his side.Eun Soo, it's me who is in trouble now.You have to take my place for a day or two. Ensor said: "Camargue, now I replace you?"why are you doing this I support you in everything you do, but I am not you, the reader will find out. "You replied: 'I have nothing else to do.Anhela's condition worsened.As much as Brenda didn't want to admit it, I knew my daughter was going to die any moment.Logically, I should fly to Chicago, but I don't have the courage.I also didn't have the guts to meet anyone.You can call me anytime on the phone.If there is an emergency, I will come to the newspaper office. Eun Soo, Tomorrow's Crisis has been sung.I could even dictate the title: "Vice President Delivers Inescapable Resignation."It doesn't take much imagination.You just send a reporter to the presidential palace and let him recount every bleat the president makes; meanwhile, have another reporter follow the deserting vice president and follow him wherever he goes. One or two more articles from you analyzing the crisis will be icing on the cake.It would be a translucent day, pure oxygen. "Ensor said: "Camargue, if the history happened according to what you are telling now, maybe there is a possibility, then it is simple.History, however, has the potential to favor shortcuts madly.You look at the strange sequence of events today: we wake up to the resignation of Milosevic; at nightfall, our ineffective president shatters the windows of his cabinet. "But there's not much about the newspaper. It's more about feeling guilty if you stay at the newspaper. Wouldn't it be better for you to go to Chicago? Enso is good at brains, but he lacks organizational skills. He doesn't understand the newspaper. Team, I don't know which editor can find out what's going on in the presidential palace through his mobile phone, but he himself has lunch with his relatives at home to get things done. Enso doesn't believe Skadi's suggestion either. How to beat around the bush tomorrow , you have to help him. You suggested he send Reina.Remis goes after the resigning vice president.You left her a detailed action plan: at eight o'clock in the morning, she can find the vice president in a coffee shop near the vice president's house, because he has the habit of drinking coffee there; , the cries of the vice president's wife, the invalid calls from the presidential palace trying to persuade him not to resign, the press conference - the resignation speech at the meeting, the lonely state of the house and the expressions of people's sadness.Enso asked in amazement, "Why send Reina 'Remis? Aren't we going to fire her?"' You replied, "Yes.What does that matter?She's been careless at work and stealing from us these past few months.Give her a chance tomorrow to pay her debt to us.You are in charge of getting her to do the job. Ask Skadi to check frequently to see if she is on duty.Don't let her go home until you hand over all the articles she wrote to the workshop. "Ensor boldly said:" Camargue, you like her.Not so long ago, you liked her. "You reply: 'Because of this, I absolutely do not allow emotions to come into my work.She is still useful. She's a good storyteller and skilled, like Victoria.Ocampo (Victoria. Ocampo (1891-1979), Argentine female writer.) style; like Patricia.Kingsmeet (Patricia t Kingsmeet (1921-1995), an American female writer, good at describing criminal minds.) Such ulterior motives.She also hurt people. " This night, for the first time, you will sleep in the single bed used by the monks on Guangfu Street, although God knows if you can close your eyes.You will leave your observing chair, you will approach the Bushnell telescope many times, and you will scrutinize every step of tomorrow's operation.You really want to go into that woman's unit in the building across the street as soon as she leaves for work; but the cleaner will be in her room until one o'clock in the afternoon; you just have to be patient.The woman had a small change in her habit of drinking juice before going to bed: although she still liked orange juice, she sometimes favored apple juice.There are often two or three cans of juice in the refrigerator.In order to avoid the least danger, you will pour two grams of phenobarbital into each jar.This time, you'll have to wear gloves, because the punishment you're about to inflict is so bold that it shouldn't leave any traces.You also took special care to book a plane ticket for Momir and his girlfriend to Santiago, Chile, at noon on Saturday.From here, make three stopovers before arriving in Belgrade.You want them both dumb and out of here.You leave the relevant formalities to Skadi, and make sure that when you call Skadi at noon, he must sort out the last detail.Damn it!The only thing that is missing is that you don't know where the street-sleeping couple went during the day, which filthy gutter they hid in, and who they met.Chances are they're hanging out on the Retiro pier, or walking down South Beach, where you've seen people begging for food, or sitting in vans at the Syntagma train station waiting for the night to fall . If you go looking for them, you're wasting too much time now.You don't believe that Mormir will tell his circle about you, because you never told him your name, let alone your plan.You just make sure he won't fail where it counts the most. The night is passing slowly, and you have been up three or four times because you are afraid that Mormir will go away.But the two Croats were still sleeping on their own rubbish, their bodies still stuck to the screens of the laundry.Just as you guessed, just before eleven o'clock, the woman from the building opposite came back.After a shorter-than-usual procedure, you see her turn off the lights.But she didn't skip reading emails or sensually dabbing her legs and bust with nourishing body oil.You're sure: She's booked a Saturday for a facial and manicures and manicures in preparation for her meeting with her lover.It's a pity that you can no longer watch her sleep, enter her body, or navigate her pool of blood.If you can see her dreams so clearly, as clearly as your camera lens can see every wrinkle in her body, you will understand why she betrayed you; maybe you will touch her while punishing her. Her forehead, not out of pity, because pity would hurt that feeling, but out of your self-love, Camargue, out of the way you'll spend your life thinking about her.