I open my eyes. Around twilight and silence. I try to get up on my elbows and immediately feel a sharp pain. Elbows are torn off. With a groan, I abandon the idea and lean back against the pillows. I'm trying to look at the interior.

This is the bedroom. What a blessing that there are no rose petals and a round bed. I get up, now more carefully, and with curiosity I turn my head around.

The walls are finished with brickwork. The bed is cozy and soft. The wall on the left is occupied by an artificial fireplace and framed miniatures. They depict the sea drawn in pencil....