A man with a thin neck climbed into a trunk, closed the lid of the trunk behind him, and began to run out of breath.

“Well,” said the man with the thin neck, while suffocating, “I’m suffocating in a trunk because I have a thin neck. The lid of the trunk is closed and is not letting in air to me. I will suffocate, but I still won't open the lid. Gradually, I will start to die. I will witness the struggle between life and death.

This fight will not be natural, and it will have even odds, since in nature, death always triumphs. And life, doomed to death, can only ever fight with its enemy in vain, holding on to futile hope until the very last minute.

But in the battle that will now take place, life will know the way to its victory: to win, life needs to force my hands to open the lid. Let's see: who will get who?

Only... there's a terrible mothball smell. If life wins, I will sprinkle everything in this trunk with strong tobacco...

So it begins: I can no longer breathe. I’m lost, it's clear! I can no longer be saved! And there is nothing sublime going on in my head. I am suffocating!

Wha? What's that? Something just happened, but I can't figure out exactly what. I saw something or heard something or...!

Ah! Did something happen again? My God! I can't breathe. It seems that I’m dying...

And what is this now? Why am I singing? It seems that my neck hurts ... But where's the trunk?

Why do I see everything that's in my room? But how, I'm laying on the floor! And where's the trunk?

The man with the thin neck got up from the floor and looked around. The trunk was nowhere to be found. On the chairs and on the bed were things taken out from the trunk, but the trunk was nowhere to be found.

The man with a thin neck said:
- So this means that life has triumphed over death in a way that is completely mysterious to me.