Song 4
In the barbecue restaurant the unexpectedly lively neon lights beamed in purple and red. One sign, the one on the left, flickered spastically into the shape of an aggressive purple pig. The pig’s companion in the other restaurant was a red dog that constantly shined day and night with its mouth agape in a constant act of aggression as if always ready to attack the pig. Both were protected by a rampart of scattered trucks that created a barrier like a chain link fence between two barking neighborhood dogs. Uri walked among the trucks and thought that they were better than a European labyrinth carved from overlapping hedges. He traced his hand along the different silver filigree of industry until the sweeping side of one of the trucks led him to the entrance of the barbecue restauran
