God knows, I could never imagine that a situation would happen in which I would have a lot of free time for writing. But look! Pandemic, quarantine, our house was empty, we were left alone, there was little work. We wander around the house like zombies, calling each other out and laughing. It was as if life had been put on pause, and in this pause it turned out to be possible, even necessary, as the stepmother said in the film “Cinderella,” to know oneself. Many small and large worries have fallen off, the pause has been prolonged, the brain desperately demands to fill it with something, it is not used to downtime. Contains obscene language.