There was a summer afternoon – the kind of afternoons when the sunlight is red and broken on the walls and the birds have no intention to fly. That was one of our summer-days when we were sitting with Z. all day long pointless on the square. We talked about our great plans, how we would make some memorable things one day. Later when we finished discussing that and we had one more dream for that day we were silent. In fact, mostly we didn’t have anything to talk about.
Or if we had there was no real reason to talk. We observed de people crossing the square, the fountain, the building of the old theatre, the drugstore ( we named it this way the real name was something else). On the other side there was the building of the City Library with the two sculptures of some mad gods. Between the library and the theatre there is a small tower. Not a real tower, it is only a fancy part of the corner of a building.
There are some windows on the side of this tower, they are covered with curtains. On the top of the tower there is a black round cupola with a row of small windows to the middle of its height. Some of these small windows are broken, so pigeons are freely flying in the head-room. This round room is empty, there isn't anything in there, only an old wooden arm-chair. There are nice carvings on the chair, flowers, animals, somewhere whole stories are told on this piece of wood. A man is sitting in the chair. His arms are laying beside his chest, he is sitting peacefully and straight. He is sleeping. He is counting the people who are walking down on the square. He is sitting here since the building was built, but maybe he and the room had been here before. Before the workers came and built walls around the room. The sun is shining through the broken windows making narrow beams in which motes of dust are dancing. Down people are changing, new ones comes..
Have you seen something? - Asked Z.
No.- I said. I had no mood to talk abut the man in the tower. - Let's go. - and we set off to find a new place to spend the rest of our aimless afternoon.
Ajánlom kedves barátomnak, LZ-nek