It is still night. The mobile is obedient to any order. I said at 6.30, it's 6.30. It is not worth getting up early like this. The cats startle and watch my movements a little disgusted. The most dignified thing that a man can do on a holiday and in confinement is to go back to bed , but I am committed to my payroll and to the exercise of accounting for the events that happen before me, inside or outside. I open the balcony at 6.53. Fifty-first day of confinement. Crossing the c

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