Hooligans

there with their assault rifles - crazy guys, all of them tattooed from head to toe - a criminal enterprise of some kind. Probably I had landed in the Zone. And it‟s as if these authorities are digging out, they want to escape. And these petty hooligans are their hired hands. But then I realized: that‟s all nonsense. What kind of metro zone has no cops? I tell them I‟m afraid of heights, that I crash down right onto my head, and that they won‟t get much use out of me. They conferred…

window. Marathe's chair was locked down next to a divan's arm and directly before a window. The window, one could wish it was open more than a crack, he felt. Upon the dull-colored carpet a tormented-appearing man scuttling like the crab while two hooligans in leather played a cruel game of jumping over him. Persons reading cartoon books and painting the nails of their extremities. A tall-haired woman brought her foot to her mouth to blow upon her toes. Another young girl seemed to…