I was trying to get away from the two girls, who were working in the office with me, but they followed me to my street, and now they were right behind me climbing the stairs. Still i was trying to stop them, i thought that even now, that we were so close to my room, i could get them to go away. I was so sad, i was thinking about my plight all the way and was utterly convinced that i should make one final attempt to prevent them from getting any closer, so i stopped moving. They didnt expect me to stop, were right behind me and the one fell on my back. I tried to say what i had in mind but when i looked at her face i uderstood that she was making fun of me, and wouldnt listen to reason. She pushed me and so i was forced to start moving again. After that we went inside my room. They stood on one end of it, near the door, which remained open. I stood on the opposite side, and the closed window was between us. There was a reason why we occupied that space of the room; the rest was full of junk. There was a mountain of clay, rags and other junk, and i was looking at it. I didnt want anyone to come inside my room because of what lived there. I was looking at the castle, made out of clay, which was at the top of the pile. There i saw again the little figure that dwelled in it, a disgusting little man, who now started moving towards the girls, and appaled them. "I share my room with him" i told them, while they were leaving.