Paul went to the marketplace. He found no one, so he went home again.
Then he found himself on the floor next to the stairway. Did he forget his keys? Did he forget how to walk? Did he forget that he actually wanted to go to see the sea?
Paul looked down on his dead body and says: “At least now I don’t have to ask myself, whether I want to live or not.”
He walks out of the door towards the beach.
A sunny day, a little cold air passes by, while the people are building castles of sand.