Behind the windows the trees sway calmly, like seaweeds under a sleeping sea, and the greenness there of going to and fro calms me down and gives me hope. Their large leaves fan the air and their sound silence the noise that the overwhelmed city certainly sends forth. The large and simple room gives me shelter, protecting with its serene whiteness the repose of my ill body, and the time that goes by peeks through the branches spying on all the fear that my gaze has.