I work afternoons in an office on the top floor of an old house. It is a quiet neighborhood, far from the center: downstairs there is a business that sells spare parts, opposite is a square, beyond there are abandoned roads. I go in at three thirty, but my bosses usually arrive around five. In the morning I have another job, I usually arrive tired, nap time kills me. There is no one else in the house at that time, everything is quiet, the high ceilings make even the slightest murmur echo.
This afternoon everything rumbled at once. I still have a stupid head for that, my neck hurts, I find it hard to think. It was all very fast, I was lost in numbers and variables that I was checking on the PC screen when the noise arrived. At first I thought it came from outside, I looked out the window and the sky was blue, without a cloud, you couldn't see a soul. If the annoying noise of the hammers hadn't been hitting, maybe my gaze would have stopped at a point in that sky, forgetting everything, but the hammers bothered like a small cavity on a tooth, like the buzzing of a fly. Out of curiosity I walked up to the wall and leaned my ear, as if that helped me understand where they were hitting, and the sound stopped. I say all sound stopped, as if I had suddenly gone deaf. I began to move my jaw, to shake my head imitating actions that I would do if I had water in my ear but there was no water and the sound would not return. Silence - it is known - is more annoying than any hammering. I kept moving my jaw until I cramped. Then I dropped to the ground. As my head leaned against the wall again, she felt the beat of the hammers very hard, almost inside her. I didn't want to be there, I closed my eyes and forced myself to think of nice things. I thought of the farm at dusk. By dint of thinking about them, their aroma returned to me and I felt like a child again. A strong jolt behind me forced me to open my eyes. I turned and saw the wall that was shelling, and I didn't know what to do. I put my hands on the place where it was broken, I tried to put the pieces together, put them back in place. The blows on the other side were getting stronger, I felt the plaster disarming, the bricks, everything was slipping through my fingers while I thought about what I was going to say to my bosses when they saw that. A root pierced the wall, and then another and suddenly everything fell, lime, cement, sand, bricks: it hit me, it hurt. I wanted to hide under the desk, my legs did not respond to me. I tried to cover myself with my hands and they were very small, I looked at my arms and they were little wires like those that some dolls have, I looked up again and everything had turned green, it was the farm that surrounded me, the one that claimed me. He called me. The plants seemed bigger up close, almost gigantic, and with the movement of the wind it was like they were laughing too. They said things to each other while they pointed to me, I was still deaf, and the words in their mouths were soap bubbles that floated out and came towards me, it seemed that the farm wanted to enclose me inside a bubble and return to it, leave this boredom and return to life, but I was too stupid now and did not understand his miracle and burst the bubbles with my little wire arms while I watched the door making sure that my bosses did not come and see the destruction that was in the office, I did not like so much well lately and who knows what they would be able to do.