When he got home the friend was wet. He was afraid to wait for Danny in the stairwell in case the neghbours got suspicious and called the police.

　　When he saw Danny his eyes expressed intense hatred. He was stinking too. And Brava felt a little disgusted by him. The two of them hurried up to the apartment because they couldn’t wait any longer. Nevertheless Danny asked the friend to take a shower. He well remembered the slap he gave the friend when he came out of the shower wearing the bathrobe he had brought back from Singapore.

　　“You’ve got big eyes,” he said and slapped him in the face.

　　The friend took the robe off indifferently.

　　The conscienceless Shmulik walked past Brava again. Brava ignored him, and Shmulik too pretended not to know Brava. After the quarter of an hour that he had allocated himself he went upstairs, took his car keys and drove at high speed to Bat-Yam.

　　“He’s not home,” said the friend’s mother.

　　Brava pushed her gently aside and saw the friend lying on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. He didn’t shift his gaze even when Danny approached him.

　　“Are you coming?” asked Danny.

　　The friend’s mother walked past them with a tub full of wet washing.

　　The friend smiled a forced smile.

　　Danny sat down on an armchair and sulked.

　　“Then give it to me,” he ordered angrily.

　　After a short silence the friend stretched out his hand and took a little plastic bag secured with an elastic band out of his pocket and threw it onto the table.

　　Brava snatched the bag and left. Passersby looked admiringly at his magnificent racing car.

　　At home he clumsily performed all the necessary operations and cursed the friend, who always did them while he himself looked on like a king and corrected him.

　　His mood improved beyond recognition. He lay on the sofa and floated.

　　After twenty minutes the friend knocked on the door. Brava, who was sunk in colourful hallucinations, didn’t hear the knocking. The friend was alarmed, because it occurred to him that Danny might have taken too much, and he went on knocking harder than before. After ten minutes of continuous knocking Danny realized that it wasn’t a passing train going choo-choo. He got up and approached the door.