Nick and I are two hands in one belly
We do everything together.
We eat together,
We make music together,
We survive together.
We are in a bunker together.
Deep underground.
‘Nothing matters, as long as the door of this bunker stays closed', says Nick.
Nick knows a lot. Good thing.
I don't know much. I am mainly afraid.
Nick isn't, he says. But I know that's not true.
I know him so well that I know what he thinks and feels.
I think.