Description
Nightfall. Commanding a sweeping view of the street, the window of an apartment on the fourteenth floor of Khavaran residential high-rise opened with an abrupt slam that would have shocked senseless any accidental bystander, with a man called Daniel sticking out his head and screaming at the top of his lungs in scary hysterics, his face turned the coal-red of a furnace:
– “What the hell do you think you are doing down there!? Hey! I am talking to you! Hey! You swines swarming into one another like worms! What the heck are you thinking!? All the rotten lot of you, you lawyers and bosses, sweepers and professors and chefs; a two-digit is the best you can do for your bloody end. Stretch your imagination, put some bloody effort into it, and you’ll make it to one hundred, the maximum difference between your two bleeding numbers. Do you hear me!? You’ll be a shrivelled stinking hideous old codger! Yes! Bloody hell! Just put it in fast-forward and look again! That’ll do! Only that way you could work out how you’ve put your foot in it, what a huge blunder it’s all been. What a sick tapestry of a life it’s been, all along. Now what’s the bloody hurry then!? What hell are you scampering so fast to, huh!? What bloody mess do you want to make that others haven’t already!? Why on earth would you destroy one another for a bloody earthen square!? You miserable wretches! You’re automatically miserable! Why make it so much worse!?”
