The waves crash against the walls of the room – the apartment will collapse any moment now. The boat is loaded with barrels of fresh water, food rations, and then it distances itself in the cold waves and vanishes into nonexistence.
“You’re an i***t. You keep looking out the window all day, I’m going to take you to a psychiatrist… Look at me!”
I looked.
“Your face… Beaten up again…”
“The girls from your class called and said that the boys had beaten you up again.”
“Nothing happened, I’m trying to sleep…”
“I want us to have a talk…”
“We’ll talk tomorrow, I’m already in bed…”
“Who was that tapping on your bedroom window?”
“The wind…”
“There’s no wind at this time, you i***t…”
“There is.”
“You fool…”
I took out a ripe banana from the box, peeled it, and gave the delicious pulp to
