It was a very long road ' straight- and ending in a haze, no place to stop for a drink only one shop selling coffins and religious stuff. Those who lived in the beginning of the road had never walked to its misty end, God lived there it was said, but a keep fit fanatic, confident and careless, walked the whole length of the road twice a day got so bored and he hung himself. People who lived at the beginning of the road and also those in the middle, looked at each other and made a Gallic shrug.
The widow, a tall lady who played guitar sang folksongs about saving the rain forest, dyed her hair olive and, bought a white coffin and painted it green to make her husband's dead a celebration to life fell in love with the undertaker, he too played a musical instrument, accordion; now they make a good living playing sad music at funerals. As for the haze, it turned out to come from the public bath, now closed down, as everybody has their own bathroom, to be seen near a bathhouse is a mark of disgraceful poverty.
