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And then deep at night I stand by our hotel window gazing out at the empty street. I look at the blinking green light of the cash machine’s card slot and at the little red traffic light and the same red light on the bollard that bars unauthorized persons from entering the street. This red has such a strong effect on me, it makes me happy and elicits a rare (complete) desperation. I scarcely dare to turn away and look at the bed. And yet it happens. There lie our baby and you, with your heads leaning against each other, the straight bodies at an acute angle to each other: a living 1, with a gentle breath flowing through it. And indeed (I guessed it already) a downward glance reveals it to me: I am floating. Not by much, a hand’s breath at the most, but I’m floating.