The story of an active reader as a window is directed to one of several good intentions (teachers?) That advertised their mother with an implicit criticism (she did not spend enough time But the bigger proposal is that you are an average person, including us as readers, they are disapproved, the emergence of unintelligence explains and defends her, and to agree with the past By the age of 18, the narrator is married, birthplace, abandoned by his father, forced to accept a series of minor tasks.
Now I returned to the old room and the iron bar in the window conveyed a soft topic of market life. As the intermittent return of the force shocked the domestic time, the sparkling light of the texturing walls, the old squeaky fans sometimes resumed. The cracks in the four pillars of teak, the family is dust. The mismatched middle class linen gives it unobtrusive warmth. That way, there are fresh jasmine flowers. The air changed: I rolled some dust and leaves and paralyzed my sight. A small air vortex behaves like a small vortex of time, bringing an imaginary past. Feeling like a lover or white muslin's brown skin came back, or a familiar stranger. A faint yellow glow flashed in her eyes. The density of rest is increasing. But she was lying in her uterus under her arms but it is sublime but sublime so she only felt a kind of lazy tension around her
The room smelled, the window should be opened when the air is very close. The smell comes from our own Esch, organic smell, sweat, and iron. There is another smell, more animals, it must have come from Janine. When a cat gave it, someone lived in a cave, the taste of a plaid blanket on the bed before she got drunk. Taste of the matrix Now Janine is upset, she wants to walk. Two women helped her in bed, and she supported her while keeping pace. The contraction attacked her and she lay down. A woman kneels and rubs her back. We are very good at this, we were in class. I know the shopping partner Ofglen. Soft Hamming makes us surround us like a movie.
I began to understand every move, get up, walk in the room, watching the window, lighting up, taking out the ironing board, ironing and inserting. We are building something and we are building today. When I left the doorway, I thought that even I could hear the hope of why I was sleeping.