I dreamt that I was awoken by loud noise in the middle of the night. It was the sound of two pre-school children running down Borgo and laughing. One of them started crying at some point, and I realized that it must have fallen. I was annoyed with the people renting a neighboring house for letting their kids be so loud in the middle of the night. But then I woke up for real and it dawned on me that the noise came from the street cats. They were fighting with each other, and they must have toppled a stone or two, which I interpreted in my dream as the sound of children running. The time of year is a bit funny, but you never know with street cats. Lying in the dark, for it was around four o’clock in the morning, I was all ears. The cats were quiet, though. Not a peep out of them any longer. And then I heard my stomach. It was growling and howling. The movement in my guts sounded a bit like stones rolling downhill. The sounds of children and cats came from my own body.