A week would pass and a silent void be created, the most expressive kind. You can stay silent even when speaking. It happens if words lose all warmth and are said solely for the sake of something to say. This seemed to be a void specific to this rented apartment, a void full of time. You wanted to believe that everything was just a rehearsal for life in the future, when life would be real. You wanted to wait, but no thoughts about the future came, and something different built up. The future vanished, leaving them in the here and now, in the uncertainty of a freedom which only forced them to be aware of their own helplessness. Moments of peace, freedom, stillness, then whole hours when each was preoccupied only with their own concerns and with themselves. Splitting the silence, they shared
