He comes walking down the street from the greengrocer. In his arms he carries an orange as big as a beach ball. It blocks almost all of his view, so he only moves slowly forward, as hesitant as a nearsighted person. Soon everything will be ready, and back home the apples already lie cut out in wedges, exactly as described on the blueprints. Behind the orange one can barely make out a smile. He probably thinks, how wonderful it will be to jump into the raisins from the bananas—but let’s not get carried away too soon. First he has to maneuver the orange home, avoiding on his way these wrenches as tall as men which nowadays crowd up the roadside.