I am sitting in front of my window. Watching those, who are walking by. It is a small path, surrounded by meadows, which seems to be the most frequented road for strollers and their dogs alongside with their encounters and chats.

I am sitting in front of my window. Watching those, who are walking by. It is getting less. Less faces, less hello’s, less vibrant. From my window i can sense the suspicion. Friendly words are a rarity, distance is mandatory.

I am sitting in front of my window. Watching those, who are walking by. Though there is nobody to watch. It is empty, no word is spoken.

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