In front of the pub the transmitting equipment is put into operation, the attachment of the long rod antenna does not take much time. George comes out and joins him in the night chill. Clouds obscure the moon, making the surroundings eerie and treacherous.
"I didn't know these things still existed."
"Everything can be found in junk." Milan replies and adds:
"Pray to God we catch something, anything!"
"What can I ask of him, when he lifted his hands from us long ago. Are you done?"
"Yes, I am."
Orange reflections tear at the sky. Surprised, they lift their eyes from the device and look fascinated at the celestial spectacle. One by one, the reflections alternate in the east. A clap of thunder catches up with them.
"Artillery," whispers Milan, catches the next orange flash and counts t
