enter a shabby building.
The wardrobe man. Mumblin',"Why handing
I'm trying to justify myself - the payments.
But I'm moving back sideways, taking to
neals away from the guard of order.
A stairway. A corridor. A stairway. A corridor.
I read, The Chief Accountant.
Pehaps, it's here. A green door.
My breath recouered, I open it carefully.
A room. A table. Chairs.
There are two men in black civilian clothes.
I ask stammering, "Pleas... Are payments...Here..."
The minute they spot me they revive and
"That's who where waiting for! You're
I look at them stupefied.
"You should take it upon yourself!"
I ask, "what?"
"Why what! You should stand at the
I get dumb.
The smaller one stands straight and clicks
"The prime minister' he smiles ingratiatingly.
Then he points the taller one,
"That's thje second minister".
That one smiles a bit the same ingratiatingly.
The Prime goes on.
"The country and the peoply are waiting
for you. We're not hastening you. We know.
That's the responsibility. But we ask. We
Thjugh, we're better not to worry you, not
And think carefully!
Both stand straight, click wityh their
I tried to utter anything, but only now
words breaking thru;
I look out the door. It's time to take
to my heals.
Running down the corridors, down the stairways,
stumbling. A blind alley.
I turn back. Stairways again. Corridjrs
"A mad house! Nonsense..."
Suddently I find myself outsaide. I breathe
It's time to go home. Goddamn it all.
The tunnels of the undeground. The boxes
The stairway. Door 40. I open it. Well...
A throng. Both ministers.
I wake up.