"Not good at all, I feel like a mole, plunged in darkness, echoes of digging everywhere, and the hum of electricity."
Lorenzo's day was indeed a bit too busy; he wanted to rest, but the environment here was hardly comfortable.
Even though the environment of Old Dunling wasn't much better, with a gloomy sky and particles of filth in the air, when Lorenzo lay alone in the room, he could hear the faint breathing from the next door, the snoring of Mrs. Van Rudd downstairs, and could see the bustling traffic near the window.
Lorenzo didn't belong to such a world, but lifting his head to see such a peaceful world always brought a slight comfort. Here, Lorenzo felt that perhaps the next second the soil above might collapse from an experiment explosion, burying everyone here alive.
"Can people really live in this godforsaken place?"
