""Then I still didn’t know where to start.” Evening threw this strong male silhouette onto a lonely coastal road, illuminated by a thread of shooting lanterns. Night rallied at the foot, ready to break out in seconds and pour its fresh thick paint on it. A yellow rushing taxi flew towards me, as if it had appeared out of nowhere, almost hitting the one walking, shouted something and sped off, disappearing around the bend. In the city, the woody pubs were burning out their last word, full of playing desperate music, wandering parallel to the rebellious shore, a man in a tight coat was cursing. to the aggravated autumn and the fact that this is a city that is clearly a limiter, closing its cheerful doors at a rather childish time, which clearly does not correspond to his persistent spirit. The smell of not the first cognac trailed from his mouth, he threw up his hands, forgetting that his own was rolling behind him. a brown, half-empty suitcase decorated with iron buttons and two more worn purple stickers in the form of small notes..."