It was raining heavily. None could get out from their own. Jim was watching lonely the rain drops attacking severely on the glass of window.

-which season is it?
- maybe spring...
-spring? but how?
-why? is it impossible?
-yes, obviously! where is the cuckoo's call?
-hunger made them dead
-whose hunger?
-both ... ours and their.
-wow fantastic!
-hmm. that's quite...