thirty minutes

The eyes  of the Judge are both staring to the different  directions: there is no other option for you but to go on the street or rent.  I did not consider really a  rent  option. I could not make myself go to work.

Doing yoga or jogging in the parks where forbidden in the cities for the reason of carbon emission control. the situation in the house became difficult and ideological.

I got up unusually early about six in the morning. The clock was showing six and behind the window was still dark spring morning. I rolled the brown blanket and prepared the concrete floor space for my morning yoga. Somewhere in the end of  Shivasana stance  a loud bang bang  to the  entrance door and
Group of then or more of a big guys in black jackets screaming: “Every one - out, half an hour to pack!! ” Flash lights on roaming in all the building like a hunting dogs and banging the doors. Get up, half an hour to pack, hurry up..!

I feel dizzy just after the head stance, but quiet, calm and composed.
The patch of the grass around the house is getting filled with the stuff: had clothes, ma traces, kettles.. flower pots, bicycles, vacuum cleaners... The man is frantically jumping  around the pile, in the  pile, on the pile... punching  things into the bags. It is not possible, he mumbles in a French accent and starts to laugh which  sounds like a cry.  Suddenly he turns to to the guy who approached and stood there watching. Can I have some space in your place?
“No. we tried once already, do you remember it did not worked. ”
“Please.. ”
No, Karim, it is not possible. They kicked you out. Everyone is kicking you out. Why?
They stole my things, they stole from me!!


Everyone seems to be afraid of the darkness coming. Scouts went searching for safety. Mean while the unity is disturbed, the family is splitting  in a smaller groups and  whisper with each other each other something.