In a Glass Cage Page #4

the others-- endless copies.

My work bored me.

I felt like leaving

to have some coffee, anything.

Those children

already knew death.

They had seen it

play with their families,

with their friends.

The whole place

smelled of death.

They were neither

sad nor scared--

just like animals

whose feelings cannot be read.

Then, I saw his tiny bright eyes.

Everything in him was small.

He was staring at an apple

left on the table.

I went up to the table.

He looked at me.

His eyes seemed to laugh.

I sent the apple rolling

to the floor.

Several children jumped on it

but he grabbed it. I knew he would.

Some boys tried to take it

but I pushed them away

and took him to the small room.

He didn't even glance at me.

He ate very slowly.

I made him sit down

and told him

to take off his shirt.

First, I went for my bag

and the leather straps.

The other children

were being tied.

It all went so fast.

I glanced at the flames

through the window.

I came back to the small room.

He was sitting down...

completely unconcerned.

Just eating.

I told him

to take off his shirt.

He obeyed me mechanically,

absent-minded.

He was still eating.

I tied him down.

He still ate

as much as he could.

I prepared the needle

in front of him.

He would glance up,

not at all worried.

He still ate.

Then, I went up to him.

I raised the needle

in front of his face.

He looked at me briefly.

I didn't understand that look.

Rage invaded me.

I sunk the needle in his chest.

The apple slipped from his hand

onto the floor.

I sat down at the table

and watched his agony.

Never before

had I felt such pleasure.

It was as if I was intimately

joining death."

Won't Daddy be angry?

I'm not angry.

- Yes, but--

- Rena--

I'm your father.

Anything wrong?

- What's with your shoe?

- Nothing.

Show me.

Well, too bad.

You--

want a cigarette?

I don't smoke.

Me neither.

Want to earn some money?

All right.

Help me take this stuff

to the foreigners.

Come in.

Leave it

on top of the table.

Did you bring my crayons?

Here they are.

- Who is he?

- A kid. He gave me a hand.

He looks dumb.

Can you do me a favor?

Go to the cove

and collect some sea urchins.

You'll have time to pick up

enough before sunset.

I'll see to your father.

Can I use the gloves?

Yes, they're behind

the staircase.

- Are you hungry?

- I've got to go.

Bye.

Come.

I'll show you something.

It's upstairs.

- What's that?

- A sick man.

You have company.

Like him?

Where are you going?

Home.

Can I have my money now?

In a minute.

I'll be right back.

What are you doing?

Tell the boy to undress.

You're insane.

Tell him to leave.

It's too late now.

Tell him to undress.

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