There are few things in the world as dangerous as sleepwalkers.
This city belongs to ghosts, to murderers, to sleepwalkers. Where are you, in what bed, in what dream?
The world is in the condition that it's in because the world is full of sleepwalkers.
For a week, almost without speaking, they went ahead like sleepwalkers through a universe of grief, lighted only by the tenuous reflection of luminous insects, and their lungs were overwhelmed by a suffocating smell of blood.