There Is No Window And Food Comes With A Baby On Its Side(or, on mediation) He was spending his time in a village not far from the coast. In the house, there were several cats. An idyllic little place. The House made of stone, lots of flowers, bees, insects and other animals. His morning coffee was interrupted by one of the cats, the oldest young one. Something came out dropping like a thing not used to make a noise as a consequence of the action of falling nonintently and inconspicuously. It...