I have and enemy, it resides inside myself, I shall fight it but, Yes!!! Gonca said. Gonca... flower bud... I remember the sunsets in the south... the sun, red, fat, knackered, dragging down, and you and my enemy and I, staring at it until our pale, white-blueish gal crowned the universe, and the cigarettes awaited for us, down there in by the sea, Yeah Gonca, I'm still fighting the enemy, yours and mine but now on my own, but now chaffed, but now faded, pale, and alone. Right Gonca! where've you gone?, Godness Muslim. Gonca. Let us see again the sun, redish, fat and alone, release its light upon our face, and the face of the enemy and myself and you. Gonca where have you been, where've you gone? I am still fighting but, I know I will be defeated.