Most of the night, Fiorello Bodoni woke up and listened to the sound of missiles flying through the sky. He would get up from his seat and, as he was sure, his kind wife would fall asleep, powerhouse powerhouse went to the window and stared at the stars. For a moment, the smell of kitchen oil filled his small house. During this time of calm and silence, his soul was flying in the infinite space for missiles.
That night he was standing in the dark, looking at the flames that ripped through the sky and looking at the missiles on their way to Mars, Saturn or Venus.
- Hey you were!
Budoni jumped out of his head one time.
An old man was sitting on a wooden box across the river watching the missiles calmly that night.