It was still standing there.He blinked and rubbed his eyes. Tried to collect his thoughts. He’d fallen into bed after his long trip without putting in a tape, but he wasn’t sorry.His throat was sore. It hurt him to swallow.He shut his eyes and turned over. * He made his way downstairs and went to the supermarket. There he stowed some cartons of fruit juice and long-life milk in a shopping bag, together with a marble cake vacuum-sealed in transparent plastic, ‘Use by end October’. His stomach muscles clenched when he read the date. End October. Would he still be roaming this deserted city at the end of October? What would happen in the meantime? What after that?What in December?In January?Jonas got into the Spider and drove to the city centre. He rattled the doors of various cafés. They were all locked. He didn’t find one open until he came to Himmelpfortgasse.While the espresso machine was hissing away behind him, he cut some slices of marble cake and poured himself a glass of orange juice.End October.January.
