Alice love the quietness of her fragile microcosm, lost somewhere in the entrails of the huge capitalist city. The door of the courtyard is closed. The fuss from the outside cannot penetrate. No mechanical sound is disrupting the calm. No horn resonating in her head. Only the discontinuous trembling of the floor reminds her of the civilization. The courtyard is divided in two parts by a corridor. Each side is filled by two small and austere dwellings. Wooden curtains hang out from windows and main doors to keep its inhabitants save from neighbor's inquisitive glances.
The far wailing of some neighbor's baby makes Alice aware of the presence of other humanoids. She leaves her refuge and starts climbing the step that communicates the courtyard with the terrace. She stops and turns off her glance. Suddenly,the cold façades made of cheap plaster become luminous. The pollution in the air disappears. Alice close her eyes and breathes in. The soft smell of flowers penetrates her nostrils and the suffocating sun caresses her skin...(to be continued?)
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