Reports, reports, reports...

Contracts, contracts, contracts...

Orders, estimates, references ...

There are so many of them - papers! They spin, fly, fall from the sky and at some point I drown in them. I panic and start screaming, calling for help, begging at least one lost soul to give me a hand in this archival swamp, but there is emptiness around, and my voice echoes, flying off the walls in a huge, sterile white room ...

- Heck! - I scream when once again the head that rested on the elbows falls off and I hit the old table in the dusty office of the archive.

Dream.

I just fell...