Everyone should be able to fi nd the odd moment for relaxation. Most could. But not father. Being the eldest son in a family of fi ve children, even when he was small, he carried a great deal of responsibility as the sun set and rose. He never rested enough and could never relax. He was tense as sleeping on a wire. And that evening, his tenseness was more provoked by an old cumbersome electric bike.
Without his knowledge, the bike had been inconsiderately parked with its fat pink ass sticking out close to the door of the guardroom. It was horribly in the way. Hence, after returning the table, he tripped over that pink ass. A clumsy sound knocked the air as he almost fell. No one had noticed its existence until then. And no one wasn’t hooked by the knock. He became the only focus. His one hand grabbed the door and the other clutched the handlebar, which saved him from a fall. As soon as he was balanced, he slowly moved two or three steps back, his eyes deeply concentrated on that pink ass, as though a halfbeaten fi ghter restudying his enemy. When he had a clear understanding of his enemy, he quickly moved one or two steps forward, strongly raised his arms, tightly curled up his fi ngers above his head and slowly clenched them into fi sts. It looked as if he was going for a bayonet charge. Yet, his tired body lost the strength to cooperate with his will. He trembled as in agony.