The beginning is dim, uncertain, a room reminding a basement or even neglected subway station. An elderly woman addresses to me with a request to purchase from me a roll of metal mesh, I have it available (it resembles rolls of ruberoid, only with a metal mesh as a basis). I want to sell it but the other woman (I know her from Diva and she is unpleasant to me) alleges I may not sell it since it is violation of some rights. I do not really insist on the deal to be completed. The elder lady toils disappointedly towards the exit above, making her way through some construction garbage that dumped near the exit, columns and also on stairs. There is practically no light in the room where I was primordially, tall pillars faced with dusted and mudded glazed tiles with chips or even quite missing. The floor is concrete, lots of waste, construction and domestic. The ceiling is not seen, it is concealed by darkness, and still it looks more like a subway station dumped by waste, sand. I together with elder woman go up outside, I help her to carry a big bit of a roofing cardboard (carton box from office furniture). On exiting up outside she says that I may throw out the roofing cardboard right here, anyway no one will notice it. The subway station or even underground parking is situated under a big office building. On the exiting up to the surface I begin to sense the superior feeling of the exceptional happiness since I understand that one of my fantasies has come true. My state is filled with happiness and rejoicing.
It was an American city, it is difficult to say which one… (Saint Louis, or Phoenix), the city had suffered of the earthquake. There was solid chaos on a street which formed a circle, all space was heaped up with a construction waste, broken glasses, building had considerable damages, thick lacerated cracks run away on walls in radial manner as if roots of trees which trunks and crowns rested at a depth. The cracks broke out window cases, shined being sprinkled by broken glasses. Some building laid in ruins like after bombing. But all these did not disturb me, I was extremely excited, a wide smile of overfilled emotions did not come off my face. I was rushing about down that circle (boulevard, small street), among hills of waste, trees, deformed billboards, rumpled bus stops, jumping over curbs, small fences, maneuvering amongst people that moved in formation like ants upon small paths among waste and ruins. It seemed to be somewhere the beginning of nineties, USA east cost, the city cannot be named, and the series of destroying earthquakes had just passed by. The motive of my rejoicing consisted in that I learned to get over space and time.
Here I found myself at the beginning of the nineties in America being, living in the other century and on the other continent.
