When I couldn't put up
with the noise anymore, I went and found someone in green.
"Can you just move it a
bit further away?" I asked him.
He pointed me to another
man in green and this one pointed me to a woman. She sent me back to the
second guy, but I couldn't find him, so I decided to cross the lines and ask
someone there. But they were even less helpful because they didn't
understand me. Really. Who doesn't speak English nowadays?
I went back to the first
guy but he was on the phone. I went back inside and turned up the volume on
the TV. Outside, people in green were dying. The house shook every fifteen
minutes or so and I had to keep a top on my drink to keep out the dust. I
didn't mind that, so much. It made me feel like I was stopping at a gas
station going on a long trip. Someone banged on my door and yelled for me to
let him in. The noise was terrible outside, the screams horrific. There were
several of them, then, banging, screaming. I changed the channel, settled
in, let them knock.