The dimensions of the city I never knew all the time I lived there. Never mind. The arrival of the barbarian statues. Tall muscular youth appears. A group of them following at a distance. Behind the a gang some hundred strong. Bigger and bigger groups following at distances. The first was soon approached by a boy. In fact, the soul of an old man enchanted here by his longing. Hello says the boy. The muscular youth stops and sizes him up. What kinda place is this? Only you kids and old men here. It’s the city the mosaic city, the boy replied proudly. There’s only one way in. Come to think of it how did you get in here? We come in from the other side. We? puzzled the boy. Me and my mates behind. We’ve come to rape your women. I don’t think there are any women here, said the boy. No women. What do you mean? You all queer? The boy nodded his head and smiled. What did he mean by mates? Strong thing. God help us if there’s more of them. If you’re all queers then we’ll rape you and kill you instead. That’s what you deserve.