“Miserable me. Two planks are screwed onto my temples,” Franz thought. You can unscrew them, but stupid thoughts will immediately drag you into a dark abyss, right into the clutches of evil justice as a sentence to be served in a form of everlasting insomnia. You can still fall asleep, but the eyelids are fixed apart with tight threads, sо you cannot shut your eyes. You can wake up with a sigh of relief. Yet, it’s you on the back of a bug, that’s rushing across a field through eyeballs dug into the ground.