Getting divorced was scary. It seemed that this life, these children—everything would collapse, be buried and covered up. But a year passed, the sky didn’t fall. I learned the phone number of the housing office and I’m looking for discounted macaroni. I bought a tank with an antenna and buzz it around the apartment. And I started up a railroad with an area of one and a half kitchens. At last I ate three éclairs in a row, the way I promised myself as a child. Now, even in this life, I can sleep during the day… I can mix up the days of the week, buy unnecessary things… And nobody will say the money was wasted.
…When the same woman turns over in bed, that’s good. I don’t remember why, but I was pleased. I liked watching how the shaggy and disgruntled wife in the morning becomes neat and sweet by evening. Or not so sweet. Anything happened. A year has passed, life is growing. And, God willing, let us not get bored with those who don’t love us.”