I am returning home with a bag of groceries. When I reach the door of my house, I start searching for the key in one of my pockets. And then I spot a huge fly on the wall right next to the door. I make a motion to shoo it away, but it only shifts sideways. Surprised, I look at the fearless fly a bit more closely. Actually, there are two flies by the door, and the smaller one of the two is perched on top of the other. “Fucking flies,” I mumble to myself, but I leave them in peace. My sentimentality will catch up with me within a few weeks, I suppose.