Imagine: You woke up in the hospital, you feel, to put it mildly, not very well, and there are clouds of zombies around! You try to escape and find a building plan, and it’s in French! And indeed you are in France! All you have to wear is a bat, and a zombie is already one step away from biting you on your bare butt. Don’t despair, because you have a personal spatial refuge! This is a light story with humor, without snot and drama. Attention: while the author was sleeping, the evil spirit of absurdity entered the work!