The masses of fog meandered between the spruce trees rising at the foot of
the hill as X stepped sleepily on the balcony.
"Already awake?"
Only now, as Su made a sound, did X notice that his brother was about to
finish his first cigarette of the morning while squatting in the corner of the
balcony.
"I had a very strange dream."
Su extinguished the cigarette, took a pack from the belly pocket of the
sweater and lit a new one. He was ready to listen but said nothing. He just
waited until X stretched all his limbs, and then, leaning on the edge of the
balcony, watched the fog.
Hail of a seagull filled the silence for a moment as it slid across the
gardens, cutting through the mist with wings somewhere above the field of view.
And then another hail.
"I remember I was home, right here," the boy said, still gazing
the fog whales, "everything was the same, you weren't home, but everything
was almost as it is now, but it wasn't."
"What was different?"
"I believed in God."
Su snorted.
The third hail of the seagull mocked the boy's dream.
"I know it's funny, that's why I said it was a weird dream."
Su got up and leaned on the balcony edge next to his brother.
There was no sound in the fog.
