Slowly concluding the day, later. Owner of the pub sitting on an old camping chair next to a table of the same age and style, closer to the sidewalk than to his door and rooms. Somehow, a couple of tourists made it there, sitting two tables to the left, chatting in a warm, melodic language and noticing their choice of beer feels sad, raises the urge to explain and leave some more sane recommendations but nothing like unwanted advice. Late bus, driver reading through a huge newspaper waiting for random passengers or sunset or a new morning, unsure about this part. Stairs, keys, lock, shower. Dense is the night again. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.