It was night. I think it was raining. Ahead I saw a long, low vehicle blocking my way. Flows of water slid down its armoured side. I pressed forward, swinging my cane from left to right, until the shadow of a policeman appeared, tall, his face invisible under a helmet.
/ Conversation in a Dream
/ Conversation in a Dream
/ Conversation in a Dream
It was night. I think it was raining. Ahead I saw a long, low vehicle blocking my way. Flows of water slid down its armoured side. I pressed forward, swinging my cane from left to right, until the shadow of a policeman appeared, tall, his face invisible under a helmet.