I am writing this with a sense of urgency.

I must quickly recount the events before I start doubting they really happened.

Monday last, after business, I fell asleep as usual on the evening train. It was my way of dismissing the polluted air, the deafening drills on the scaffoldings, the raging traffic, scraping across the fuming asphalt.

But that evening, I woke up with the train standing stil...

“Friend! Some music!” Karl exclaimed.

A flash of blue and light jazz started from the bedroom.

Karl and Monique sat with their phones one on each side of the living room. In the evening light their expressionless faces were lit only by the purple light of the screens.

Around midnight, Karl called again,

“Friend, volume down, please!”

No reply, the music level was unchanged.

Karl called a bit loud...