(1) The collapse of the Styx Empire

I noticed that the wind started to blow on a Sunday afternoon, or 2:7 p.m. to be exact.

I was sitting at the kitchen table as usual—in other words, as I usually do on a Sunday afternoon—listening to unobstructed music and keeping a diary for the week, and I would simply write down what happened each day and write it down as a complete article on Sunday.

When I finished writing Tuesday's diary, in other words, three days of journaling, I suddenly noticed a strong wind blowing outside the window. I couldn't help but stop writing my diary, put the pen cap on, and went to the balcony to put away my sun-dried clothes. The clothes fluttered in the air with the wind, making a cracking sound.

The wind seemed to have slowly strengthened before I knew it, and when I hung my laundry on the balcony that morning, 10:48 a.m. to be correct, I didn't notice any sign of wind, because I thought to myself, "If there is no wind, you don't need to use clips for your clothes!"

I'm sure it wasn't windy.

I folded my clothes neatly and closed all the windows in my room, so that I could barely hear the slightest wind blowing. Outside the window, there was silence, and the trees—Himalayan cedar and chestnut trees—rolled around like a puppy that couldn't stand the itching of its whole body. Fragments of clouds scurried across the sky like a male-eyed messenger, and a few shirts hung on the balcony of the apartment opposite, like abandoned orphans, tightly wound around plastic ropes.

It looks like a typhoon is coming, I thought to myself.

However, when I opened the newspaper and looked at the weather map, I didn't find any reports of a typhoon coming, and the rainfall was below the average for the whole year, and the weather map showed that the weather at that time was like the Styx Empire in its heyday, and it should have been a non-peaceful Sunday.

I sighed softly, folded the newspaper, put my clothes in the cupboard, and listened to unobstructed music while drinking coffee and, moreover, writing in my journal.

I went to bed with my girlfriend on Thursday, and she loves to have sex with her with an eye patch, so she always carries the eye patch with her on the plane.

I wasn't particularly interested in that, but because she looked so cute with an eye patch, I didn't have any objection to her doing so. Anyway, they are all human beings, and each one of them will have something more or less different.

On the Thursday page of my diary, I roughly wrote about these things, 80 percent of the facts, 20 percent of what I had learned from my observations, and that was the policy of my journal.

On Friday I met an old friend at a bookstore in Ginza who was wearing a very strangely shaped tie with a twisted pattern with countless phone numbers ...... on it.

At this point, the phone rings.

(2) The Indians who were in turmoil in 1881

When the phone rang, the clock was pointing to 2:36, probably from her...... My girlfriend who likes to wear an eye patch! Because she often comes to my house on Sundays, and besides, she used to call before she comes, and she should buy food for dinner, so we decided to eat grilled oysters that day.

Anyway, it was 2:36 p.m. when the phone rang, and the alarm clock was placed next to it, and whenever the phone rang, I would glance at the clock, so I remembered the time very clearly.

However, when I picked up the earpiece, all I heard was a strong gust of wind.

All I heard was the cry of "Oooo Breaking the trade agreement of sugar.

"Hey, hey!"

I tried to speak, but my voice was sucked into the overwhelming tide of history.

"Hey, hey!"

I screamed loudly, but it was still the same.

In the gap between the wind's quiets, I felt as if I heard a woman's voice, maybe it was just my delusion. In short, the wind was too strong, and, perhaps, the bison population had been excessively reduced.

I didn't say a word, just put the receiver to my ear and listened carefully for movement on the other end of the phone line, but after nearly ten or twenty seconds of the same state, it was as if my nerves had reached the extreme, and the lifeline suddenly broke, and the phone was hung up, and then there was a cold silence.

It was terrible!I sighed. Then I continued to write in my diary, and this week's diary is about to be completed.

On Saturday Meller's Panzer Division invaded Poland. Bug bombers suddenly landed on Wall Street .......

No, that's wrong!

The invasion of Poland by Müller took place on September 1, 1939, not yesterday.

Last night, after dinner, I went into the cinema to watch Melly Streep's "Sophia's Choice," in which Minter's invasion of Poland took place.

Melly Stryp's divorce from Dustin Hoffman in the film and then her marriage to Robert Danilow, a woodmaker played by Robert Danilow, whom she met at the train station, is a very interesting movie.

Next to me sat a pair of high school students, stroking each other's stomachs. High school students think it's nice to be able to touch their stomachs, and I did that when I was in high school.

(4) Re-enter the world of strong winds

After all of last week's diary was written, I sat down at the record stand, picking out the right music for a windswept Sunday afternoon. As a result, I chose Hustargobke's Double Bass Concerto and the Slav and Rolling Stone Family, which I thought were best enjoyed in strong winds, so I listened to both records all the time.

From time to time, something flew around outside the window, and a white sheet flew from east to west like a curser's spell. The slender white iron kanban swayed from side to side, as if it were a lover of anal*, and could not stand up to a weak spine.

I was listening to the music of Houstacop and looking out the window at the scenery when the phone rang again, and the alarm clock next to me pointed to 3:48.

Before I picked up the earpiece, I guessed that this time I would hear the sound of the Boeing 747's engine!

"Hey, hey!" the woman's voice said.

"Hey, hey!" I said.

"Can I go to you right now with dinner dishes?" said my girlfriend.

She will definitely come to me with a hearty dish and an eye patch.

"Yes, but ......"

"Do you want to bring a pot?"

"No, I have it here. I said.

"But what's going on? I didn't hear the slightest wind. ”

"Well, the wind has stopped. Because Nakano stopped at 3:25, I think you're probably going to stop there!"

"Probably!"

I hung up the phone, took the large pot from the kitchen cutlery shelf, and put it on the counter to wash it.

The wind stopped before 4:50, and I opened the window and looked out the window, and there was a big black dog under the window, and it kept smelling the ground, and I didn't know why it did it for about fifteen to twenty minutes.

But apart from this, the whole world looks and systems the same as it did before the wind blows, with Himalayan cedars and chestnut trees standing idly in the clearing, clothes hanging from plastic and crows standing on telephone poles, flapping their wings incessantly.

At this time, my girlfriend also arrived at my house and started to cook dinner.

She stood in the kitchen washing the pot, putting together the finely shredded cabbage and tofu.

I asked her if she had ever called me at 2:36.

"Hit!"

She said as she washed rice in the pot.

"I can't hear anything!" I said.

"Yes, the wind is too strong. ”

She said casually.

She said casually.

I grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge and drank it in the corner of the table.

"But why is there a sudden gust of wind and then a complete still?"

I asked her.

"I don't know about this either!"

She said with her back to me as she peeled the shells.

"There is still so much we don't know about the wind, just as we don't know about ancient history, cancer, the undersea, the universe, and sex!"

"Hmm!" I said.

Other than that, she couldn't answer anything, but I knew that the topic couldn't really go any further, so I had to watch her cook.

"Can I touch your belly?"

I asked her.

"Wait a minute!" she said.

Before the meal is ready, I'll briefly sort out what happened today for next week's diary.