In a Glass Cage Page #5

"They were neither

sad nor scared--

just like animals

whose feelings cannot be read.

- Then, I saw his tiny bright eyes.

- Let me go.

- Everything in him was small.

- Please.

He was staring--"

Tell him to undress.

Tell him.

Take off your clothes.

It wasn't like that.

Undress!

Which is it?

You see, Klaus...

I love death.

What are you doing?

It's to wrap around the columns

so the doves won't fly away.

The doves?

There aren't any doves.

But there will be.

- Will you help me?

- Of course.

Morning.

I don't feel well.

I'm very dirty.

Can't you at least

wash me today?

Not now. I've more

important things to do.

And Rena? Where is she?

Where is Rena?

What are you doing?

I'm going to paper this room.

I won't be long.

Rena, don't laugh.

He's going mad.

No, he isn't.

He's fixing the house.

He's put mesh-wire downstairs,

it's nice.

Mesh-wire?

Yes, for the doves.

We must do something.

Angelo doesn't take care of me,

he doesn't wash me.

When Mom comes back--

Do you want me to be sick?

No, Daddy.

I'm worried

about you and me.

But, Daddy, I'm just fine.

I really am.

He says that

now he's my father.

But I'm still your father.

I know, Daddy.

You want me

to be in this state?

No, but it's just...

he's had a lot of work.

Why doesn't the maid come,

in that case?

He doesn't want her to.

And neither do I.

What about me?

The wallpaper?

"In December,

we constantly heard the choir

rehearse in a nearby barrack.

Then I often isolated myself

with a child.

At times, I could hear

the soloist's voice

while watching a boy agonize.

There was a passage

that I liked most of all.

Unwillingly,

I started to associate it

with the pleasure

death gave me.

I discovered that hearing it

excited me tremendously.

At times, the panting

of the boys before dying--

seemed to be part of the song.

It was as if they sang it.

I don't know

what gave me the idea--

but I soon put it into

practice.

One day,

while hearing the song

I asked the boys

who among them could sing.

'Who can sing?"'

"'Who can sing?'

One of them stepped forward.

'Sing something.'

He immediately started to sing.

He had a beautiful voice.

Fear made it even more so.

I took his hand and led him

to the choir's barrack.

He was to be taught

the passage.

He came back a few days later.

I took him to my room

and made him sing.

The blue distended veins

on his neck moved me."

Enough for today.

Where are you going?

- To see Daddy.

- There's no need. Sit down.

- He'd feel better.

- I told you to sit down!

There's no need

to worry about him.

And you-- don't worry.

I'll take care of you.

- What about him?

- I said not to worry.

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