I got up early. Before seven. Order and discipline, I’ve never deviated from them. That’s why I am alive. I turned on the radio. I remembered three pieces of news. That on this day sixty-nine years ago..., and that today certain organizations are marking this historical moment by a Gandhian march. That our Pavel Cherny was presented with an award for life achievement yesterday and that we thus paid tribute to the conscience, not only of the nation, but of entire free Europe. That today, on the tenth of November 2007, bad weather, a windstorm and persistent precipitation are expected. I got up resentful; the thought of the joker who visited me yesterday didn’t leave me alone. I decided to go to the cathedral, not wanting to be called sclerotic and senile one day. I must have arranged someth
