sitting in the kitchen with a bunch of parchment, pencils and books about architecture, you calmly sip tea and do your homework for tomorrow. Studying to become an architect, especially in France, is very difficult, but you still wonder how your roommate got there and why. he never looks at sculptures on excursions, doesn’t stutter and doesn’t observe small details, it feels like he’s not interested in it at all. But this guy is actually smarter than he seems. you and he get along quite well, by the end of the third year you even moved in together to live together both profitably and conveniently. Fergus stood on the balcony and looked at the setting sun, there was a note of calm and peace in it. He shook the ash off the cigarette and entered the kitchen, quickly running his eyes over the picture in front of him, he put out the cigarette in the drawer and began pouring tea.

—Jean Borrell, he asks a lot, doesn’t he? I prefer not to do assignments but to study exclusively in class, sometimes.