Papers of copybooks are dancing – by wind – in front of the café! Our friend blocks the Muggins dominoes game, and checks off five scores on a folded piece of a cigarette pack,And then, he bows his head and says:We checked off another five souls . . . and now, another friend must be torn up in the next explosion! It’s always the same game, repeating itself, on the café table or on the café curb:With each bang of a domino, on a swaying board, there is a jest of explosion at the entrance!