About a certain return

Part 1

I was somewhere, somewhere on a tower block's escalator, going home, when a neighbour stopped me on my way saying that I had promised to mend something for her. I'm pretty good at one, maybe two crafts, shoe repairs, carpenter... That woman, the neighbour, whose face I cannot recognize today - too old acquaintance to be forgotten - I believe I wanted her physically, but she wasn't pretty, well, a pleasant person, not at all common. I think she was an intellectual, probably a school teacher. So I turned to her. ''Hello, Mr M'', or somehow else, but it doesn't matter, ''you promised to come and repair my shoe heels''. And I joined her walking down the stairs to the ground floor. There it was a glossy door, like a piece of furniture, and all the ground floor was well altered when the scenery changed on my opinion that the woman belonged to the middle class. No, she must come from a rich family, and not only rich, but also high class, very selective. When I got to the door, other people were leaving, seen off by the hosts, there was a pleasant and noisy conversation, I passed between them, the woman that invited me tried to tell her parents who I am, as I was there on business, wasn't I?

I got to a back garden with set tables, there was a merry gathering, a young people's party about to end, there were balloons and some drunken men tried to grab me, then I saw two elderly people, a couple, with their lips paint in white, very casual, and I thought there had been a fancy dress party, with people wearing costumes. They were grinding at me, showing their teeth, white as their lips, as if somebody had painted with a brush, an odd line over their mouth, when... I was invited in a room with many beds. On one of the beds, a chap with a necked chest was laying and seemed to be watching a fiction, to a screen on a shelf. Further, hidden by the woman that came with me, there was another woman, necked, laying on a bed. I tried to get a better look at her, but I couldn't because of the blonde - the other one being a brunette, and it crossed my mind that an orgy took place over the night.

"Here it is", said the blonde woman and told me that I should cut the beds' legs. But why should I cut the beds legs? Maybe I misunderstood. Some guys came in the room and took out the beds. It all happened so sudden, and the room was left empty. And what, on earth, was I doing there?! I went out through a door that took me outside the house. I came across a heap of white rubbish and saw, through the window, the two elderly with their white muzzles like the floury heap in which I was and I kept away from it getting closer to the house. And the two kept grinding showing their white teeth. It seemed they were sullied by the white stuff that they were probably eating and, all of a sudden, things become a bit sinister.

I had no time to consider the situation, when, by the pavement, the street started to move on, and I stretched my leg to get in the bus. Just then I heard yelling and I spotted my friend Marcel, getting in through another bus door. "How, to hell, are you, joker?" I got in and the strange people inside, cooled down my call. "Where, on earth, does this old crock go?'' The bus passed through a dark place and when we got back to light, two slatan kids had their hands in my pockets. A boy and a girl, of five, respectively, four years old. I didn't know what to do. If I hit them, all others will jump on me. I waited to get their hands out of.

- This one has only some cards...

I had out of date cards, papers, nothing of value. The girl told her brother - they looked alike - that she knows me, one day she bit my ear. I remembered as well, I was holding her in my arms, I don't know in which context, and the girl seized my ear with her teeth. S-s-snake! It must have been in another life...

I got off the bus and found myself in a narrow street, the kids, still searching the content of my pockets, seemed to have found some playing cards - I had with me such many things! They shouted to a fat slatan woman standing in a hovel's door frame, that they haven't found anything in my pockets. Some playing cards...