While I walked across the room from the wall with the door to the wall with the window and looked at the gray concrete floor I counted how many steps I’d made during this journey and passed a black leather armchair with wooden legs in the corner of the room on my left side turned more to the wall with the door I kept going the same direction towards the window so I continued to approach the left side wall and still watched the floor I tried not to forget the number of the steps and at the same time not to step on the crack between squares about a meter wide by which the floor is divided it is quite shiny almost like it was recently varnished though I realized that I actually don’t know how wide those squares are maybe because I have no idea how much one inch is the measure those squares where made in at the moment I reached the wall with the window I decided it would be probably better if I turned to the wall on my right side and continue along the table with the grey top which stands right under the window perhaps in the middle of the front wall I tried not to bump into a red metal chair with the seat also made from red artificial leather standing by the side next to the table across from another multicolored metal chair with the wicker seat with the broken backrest on which I sit only when I have some guest and when I reach the point where another small table stands at the other wall I will turn again and this time walk towards the black leather armchair which I already passed and thus almost the same direction from which I started only a little bit more on the right so I come to the two thirds of the wall which was originally on my left side slowly approach it continually counted the steps and tried to avoid the crack between the squares with my legs already used to this rhythm of walking so I could only think of the number of steps so that I turned and continued in walking toward the wall right next to the right side of the door which is placed perhaps one third of the wall closer to the left corner of the room where across from the armchair there stands a high but very narrow tin cabinet with five shelves where I have mostly only papers and some videotapes and returned to the same place where I’d started and tried it again.