time is acceptable, because the table is covered with a white tablecloth, I filled my glass of red wine, happiness is there, very small, it can grow, I do not know , I accustomed to small pleasures, take a sausage, a little mustard, bread, thank you God, I'm happy, and know what to do next, I think there is a way out through the door, we advance slowly so as not to awaken the sleepers, turn the handle that opens the door, I'm free, but I do not run, I do not run, I walk alone in a city I do not know, I think if I'm right, I'll go to where I want to go there I go, it does not bother me, I usually work at my own pace, muscles respond well, the effort is compensated by the pleasure of being in motion, modernity tries by all means to prevent people from walking, trains, trams, cars, planes, motorbikes, it powers the movement, there is no more voltage of the body to a single course, there are diversions to avoid seeing the way, multiple actions to have the impression that the whole is coherent,