January 29

In dreams

...being on a visit to Africa I saw half-naked brawny natives adorned with feather sprays and watched a close-up of a newly-born elephant in its scrotum-like skin with sparse sticky hairs and had a sex with some black beauty fortunately with no Nature-polluting ejaculation...

Two attacks in the morning, starting at 9 am, then I sat at the Club till noon.

Nowadays, with all the other doors in the Editorial House locked, the most persistent visitors eventually drop into the Renderers'. Today it was a Major in urgent need of seeing Boss and an aged maniacal scribbler with some "material" in a thick folder of an old newspaper.

Araic came and inquired what I was scribbling all the time. After my explanation, he asked if he could read the first dozen pages of my rendering of Azimov.

Lenic dropped in on his way home from the upper town where he stays for nights at his father-in-law's. He put his water canister by the door, made a phone call and then left.

At lunch my mother-in-law just so gently broke the news that the pram used by me for bringing water was taken away. The dump heap where I had exhumed it from was, actually, its storage place and they had never intended to throw the pram away.

(...well, by the Roman Law codes their claim has sufficiently firm grounds. Dura lex, sed lex...)

Till six pm I was assembling another pullcart out of two small plastic wheels and remnants of one more pram exhumed from the same realm of dust in the Underground. The project was completed but not tried in the field.

Yoga. Supper.

I saw all of the family to the Underground. For the third time since morning.

No James Joyce on this day.

The water-walk's ahead. Let's check the new cart.

Wishes of Good night to all, naturally.