Everybody was supposed to go home you know. Why else was the fluorescent lamp turned on? Valuska looked like a conductor, but a conductor doesn't address the audience. Valuska spoke to us as if our bodies were the stars, the planets, the sun and the moon.
I guess it took him ten minutes to tell his story. It wasn't a story that involved everyone, it was a story that involved everything.
After a while, the locals emerged from the black and white fog. They began to twist and turn, just like Valuska directed them to. For a while, you could only hear the sound of their boots and clothes.
It never occured to me to ask him to leave. Why should I? No one else would do this. Besides, I had already turned on the lamp, shouldn't that be enough? I kept quiet and observed, while the sun is burning almost ten million miles from here.