The morning is green, the church bells are ringing for the high mass, but I don't have to go. I do like the bells very much; they pour out sunshine. It's annoying that I can't go barefoot on the street, so at least I'm just wearing shoes. In the village square, I notice that somehow, overnight, the stubble has mysteriously disappeared from the men's cheeks. All the faces are smooth and have cuts, which makes me envious of them. I'm loitering in front of the church...