Slowly leave the shadow of the insertion; The sun, reddish, prepares so cute Slowly leave the shadow of the sinking; The sun, reddish, prepares so cute, as if to lay down. The town of S.M., like a mosaic of cars and people, straddling the underworld. Andrew had just finished his exchange, and now he was preparing to go home when suddenly heard the phone ringing. - Hello. - Hello, who is it? - It's me, M. - Thank you for calling me. By the way, are we going to have lunch on the terrace tomorrow? Or do you have any plans to go somewhere else? - Tomorrow? Well, would not we just talk about it then? Crispat, red-faced by his colleagues, quickly put the receiver back in place. He took his bag on his shoulder, and went out. H...