Part 6

The escape…in the mirror

Today the work threatened to suffocate me. I had the feeling that my big office seemed to become smaller and smaller. I have to go out here, take a breath, needs a view without window, doors, walls, without borders … So I decided to go to the city Getting.

On the way there I went past to a small building which was completely wrapped in scaffolds. Gigantic long pipes dropped the construction rubble crashing on the trucks standing under it. It has to go, like the city sound, in the 20s of the last century has been built and once served as a more magnificently sure seat of the city fathers from L.A. Nevertheless, in the course of the years the building had lost to his magnificence, the facade started to crumble and the foundation threatened to break down in itself. This building, once so heroically and gracefully in which the tallness of this city met decisions which affect still today the life from all people from L.A., a landmark and at the same time an impregnable fortress, expression for the strength, the security and the specific feature of this city. Today it works like an orphan old mummy whose folds tried to reflect the history of the last decades. I find nice that the new city fathers of L.A. have recognized the value and the meaning of this house and risk now everything that it is preserved. In this world it is destroyed already enough, is torn, flattened because it is easier at the end and cheaper. And what is left, are an amount of unimportant stories which in a few years nobody more remembers.

And besides she stood – largely, incredibly and from the sun in a quite special shine wrapped – the city sound. I was not already so long any more here and, besides one has on the 27-th floor a breathtaking look at the city and the adjoining areas. Here I could feel free and all my thoughts would appear tiny in comparison to this panorama. Close packed I stood in the lift with the look at the switchboard. It was frightening and was still much more oppressive than my feeling in the office, at the same time I was also more relieved, however because I had a purpose, oh God a purpose, how long this is already? Suddenly I heard a voice behind myself: "Excuse me, can I push the button please?" a women's hand appeared before my eyes to press the button of the 13-th floor.