ADADA
The voices are shouting, the voices are silent,
the voices lead to a dance with the devils,
an absurd scene before God…
I cannot decide whether my eyes are open or not, whether it is dark; I try to move my limbs, they are numb and prickly. “Where am I?” It’s like I am in a closed space. “Perhaps I’m in a room?” I feel the ground with my hands, it seems like I’m on soil. “Where am I?”
“Smoke?” I hear a voice ask.
“Who is it?” I ask despite myself.
I’m scared. “So I’m not alone, whose voice was that?” I’m very scared, I can’t see a thing.
“Who are you?” I ask again.
“Smoke?” I hear again, after a short pause.
“Who are you?” I shout, “Who are you? Tell me at once, otherwise… So, you’re laughing, are you? Who are you, you son of a….
“I shouldn’t have started swearing, that was
