TEA TIME

        I was in a long and narrow street, with many people bumping into me: it was overcrowded. However, I was afraid. People were mixing were mixing with the smellof spice. You couldn't breathe properly. Noverthless, the street were decorated and very colourful. It was beautiful to look at and it felkt warm.

      I was sitting lonely on a Chippendale chair in an empty drawing-room . Around me, there was nothing. The sitting-room was composed of one enormous painting hanging from the wall, one tea table, one other chair and to finish a wonderful Indian carpet across the