I took my time of surveillance three hours ago. I have got nine screens to shake at the same time, but the town is still calm where my cameras are. So annoying a job. I am yearning for someone to do something wrong, anything which must be suspect and let me alarm the Thought Police. Even when we make mistakes, we are not punished and have the fun to see an inhabitant arrested. That might seem cruel, but we are all alone, can not laugh or have hopes : we will do the same things, see the same people all our life; we learn to not care about people we are watching.

  An other hour has passed. George used the alarm once, because of two persons who looked a little to close. Those are the rules : whenever people are too friendly with each other, whenever someone seems to be thinking too much, we have to call the Thought Police. That time, both were married and really astonished to be checked in public; but sometimes, we find some rebel.

  A man has been daydreaming at his window for three minutes. Two more and I will ring the alarm. He moves : bad luck for me. I continue my work. Damn boring day!