The homework is resting over the desktop on a really boring evening. Confused by dates, cinema directors and their films, voices from a madhouse draw my attention. A group of neighbours is together beside the entrance hall, seem extremely worried. The mother point at the top of the building with a threatening gesture. I feel scared thinking about someone trying to jump from a window or... ¿a cat? (even I think they don´t have). By chance, the second-floor neighbour is going on a walk with the dogs... two hours early than usual. The mother shouts at her. Now I can see a black compact mass under a window with some little winged points around.
The third-floor neighbour opens the curtains and moves closer to the window but still refuses to open and shows everyone that also wants to gossip; the one of the first floor arrives at the perfect time smelling the rumors. The son of the shouting mother can´t now avoid the embarrassment face.
I don´t like being part of that gossip picture and focus the gaze on the tinned nature of the square. The gardener is fixing the fence so that the skinny bush doesn´t disturb too much the technological population. Some labourers are cutting down the tree´s soil, covering up the floor with horrendous paving stones.
I take the pen to continue with my homework, but again my eyes go away beyond the window. The second-floor neighbour with her dogs is walking far from the mother and the one of the third-floor has lower the blinds. No one else is at the entrance hall.
20:37 - the hive is still there but the gossip time has already finished.
01-11-2016
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