We had heard this city is a center of gravitation: if you come here once, you never leave it ever again. So we are waiting for it to happen. We are waiting for gravitation to come and overwhelm us.

A couple of birds come by, time after time, to deliver some news. Nothing really important happens anywhere anyway, so we don't care about news so much as we like just to chat with these birds who claim to be locals. It's true, their tongues twist sounds of words in an unusual way, unlike tongues in the places we come from.

Actually, as I think of it, we seem to be forgetting where we are from.

Not that it matters, just funny, how it can happen.

Probably, it has something to do with gravitation -- an invisible force that is clearing those smallest particles out of your brain, the ones that are responsible for affection, attachment, and memory....

[sb]