A man walked on the street. It was pretty late already, the western sky glowed slightly. The man was at the beginning of thirties and was walking home. In the middle of a step he stopped and looked up. Just because he felt he could or even should. He saw a girl. The girl was a totally normal girl, not to count the fact that she was sitting on a windowsill, feet hanging above the street. And the girl saw the man. He was startled: “What are you doing?”
“Sitting,” said the girl, surprised. “Doesn’t it seem like it to you?”
The man was at unease. “Oh well. Oh. Okay. But I meant more like what are you doing there.”
“I wanted to be a part of the night,” the girl explained, turning her closed eyes to the moon.
“Doesn’t it upset your parents?” the man kept asking.
“No, because I don’t have parents.”
“You’re an orphan then? Sorry, I…”
The girl interrupted: ”No, I