T o what is, it was,
and what is to be one day,
God restores what has passed.
"I am the foreigner. On this island wrapped in moisture. On this planet shrouded in smog. Nobody speaks my language or I do not want to know more. I dot in the anthill. And so is well. Safely.
I look around. A group of people are talking loudly in Spanish. A woman in a black burqa is pulling a screaming boy with her right hand and a plastic shopping net in her left hand. A drunk boy runs into me and apologizes immediately with a strong Russian accent.
My new house.
Babylon on top the Tower of Babel. "