Out of the stillness the young man spoke:

'Are you alright ?'
'No.'
'Let's go, then.'
'I'm hurting all over.'
'That's very good.'
'How about you?'
'I'm in agony.'
'That's wonderful.'
'Shall we go, then ?'
'With all this pain ?'
'Yes.'
'That's a good idea.'
'Yes.'
'Where are we going ?'
'Let's just go.'
'Yes.'
'Can you help me up ?'
'Alright.'

The young woman helped the young man up
and they went in the direction of the white
building with the blue door, and saw it for the
first time. They stopped in front of it.


'What a lovely anthill,'
said the young woman.
'It's more like a junk-heap.'
'Most certainly a junk-heap.'
For...
(I will not continued you can use 
your imagination ).

'Let's go.'