Adam sa v ten vecer tiez ponahlal domov, mal mizernu naladu. Zaplatil si dve slapky, ale akosi ho to uz nedrazdilo. Pocit opadol uplne dole na podlahu zlteho taxika, ktory sa rutil styri plus jedna ulicou.

"Na lincolnovej ulici potom doprava?"

Ale predsa ma nieco napina, napa, pa,...

"Kurva ste hluchy, tak doprava ci kde??"
Doprava ano, ano uz si spominam trklo ho v hlave, ta holka co vysla z hotelovej miestnosti tej co krvacal jeden prst tak pomaly na podlahu, na cerveny koberec. Mal som pocit ze ide plakat neviem ktovie preco ma to napadlo..."
"Hej veduci",nahol sa dopredu date hlasnejsie to radio"
"Aj vam sa paci Pink Floyd", spytal sa ho pricom otocil velkym cervenym gombikom trochu vlavo.

...There is no pain you are receding

A distant ships smoke on the horizon.

You are only coming through in waves.

Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.

When I was a child I had a fever

My hands felt just like two balloons.

Now I've got that feeling once again

I can't explain you would not understand

This is not how I am.

I have become comfortably numb...

"Floydaci su vpohode len trochu smutny, dodal adam a zahladel sa na postavu ktora utekala po chodniku o tristvrte na styri.

"To hej,ale sa nedaju..."

"To je ona!, spoznal som ju to je ona z toho hotela stojte zastav", zazjapal adam na sofera.
Vyliezol von a nic, niekdy zmizla v nejakom tmavom kute... Vosiel dovnutra naspat a dodal pohladom smerom na podlahu na konci doprava.