A light was visible now, beyond the black walls of the moving room.

Its like there's this black wall in front of you where your future used to be.

Why put off death only another few days when the black wall can come upon us at any minute?

But - let us say - I found myself up against a great black wall.

So I held the light and led the way as we followed the black wall beside us.

In that moment, against the rough black wall, she became beautiful.

A figure was climbing the black wall to the second story.

He looked down at the black wall of the gap opposite the fire.

I think we'll take a little walk over to the black wall.

Again the decisive question came to mind: What lay beyond the black wall?