“An old woman in black “limped” around the corner of a silent house with a funeral stand. A stick with a rubber hoof prevented her from falling to the right with each step. Shirh-shirh-KNOCK! Shirh-shirh-KNOCK! – The old woman moved to the rhythm of a lame waltz. I was happy. The old woman cannot go far from her place of residence, so she is definitely local, and therefore knows every dead end!..”