A forgotten memory (birth) from Job's blog

How dark and quiet it is here, how long will I stay here as if I were a statue? I feel like I'm moving from place to place from time to time. Wait, I'm going to knock this barrel full of water; thump-thump. My voice seems to be cut off, there is no air to breathe, as if I am a fish. When I get out of here, I'm going to shout so that everyone runs from fear. I often hear loud laughter; a woman and a man are often laughing; someone is also playing the piano. However, there is one good thing: they keep me full here, food comes to me through a through a pipe, through my stomach, very tasty. I have been here for about five months. I can already hear a loud scream of a woman, as if I am already coming out of this barrel full of water. Wow, it's so bright, there's air to breathe and no water, who are these people?, wait, I'll shout out loud, so that my dream will come true and everyone will run away, I can't spea yet, so as to be well rude to those who have kept me in a barrel.