Cielo pulito… I am reading the wiggling backside of a Chinese walker in front of me. Two weeks without and suddenly, and today… Anyways I am out now playing in my neatly sewn dustwoman-outfit. Being followed by a nerve-racking camera drone. My mobile home I brought as well. It should have given me shelter and protect me from the uncomfortable black dustdrops that are outside usually on any other day. As today the air is freaky clear and handsome too, I have to create my own dust hole inside my tent. I carry five cigarrettes in my right hand and at least as many in my bored mouth.