I go to the kitchen and have a drink.
The heat just doesn't seem to stop for a second, infinite, causes a deep struggle between human and nature, both doesn't seem to find rest along with the other.
I wash my face with cold water, letting myself drawn in those single minutes of relief.
The smell of the smuggled cigarettes is still in the air, attempts to aggressively invade into my lungs.
When the opposite, vanilla perfume smell from the unknown-outside source tries to softly invade my mind.
Then I open the window and breath corrupted air, corrupted with screaming, laughing, crying. And silence.
Reality seems far from the scenario, but it is full with the most realistic features of life.
Just taking another breath.
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