I raise my eyes and see the corner of the ceiling falling in.
This house, I think, is collapsing.
Then the house transforms. It dissolves or expands.
It becomes landscape. It turns into the rocky red soil at the edge of the palm groves.
I am walking. I am still inside the house, sweeping. The inside becomes the outside.
A young man I don't know is telling me:
"Watch your step, don't walk, don't sweep here, you are standing on a graveyard.
Everything is disintegrating-the ground is sinking. If you step on it you'll find yourself inside a grave."
I raise my eyes. I realise that I am walking on the grounds of a cemetery.
An old cemetery, unmarked and invisible.
One can guess that there are graves only from the shape of the terrain, uneven and full of holes.
I think, a forgotten graveyard.