Five minutes a day, not much. But the time can expand, especially if it is raining. Share my way.
(The first minute) Lorries with angels on windscreens occupied the square. Angry men sprang out ready to decorate the fir-trees. Raining heavily, wet garlands do not look festive.
(The second minute) Waiting for a green traffic light. Our central store burnt out a couple of days ago. Smoked dummies all dressed in black – mourning.
(The third minute) Still thinking about fir-trees. Guess, when it is raining, jumping squirrels turn into jumping frogs.
(The fourth minute) The church bells are ringing. Air is so damp, that one can see waves under the crying clouds.
(The fifth minute) The doors are opened, they swallow my way. Time stops until I get out.
Five minutes a day, not much. But the time can expand, especially if it is raining.