Somnambuul Page #3

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Wait!

Wait, you can't, you can't,

you can't do this, father!

You keep away! Get off!

It's the bloody gas!

Make some light!

Make some light!

Do you hear!

Here! And here!

Because you wanted to rape me!

Because you slept with my mother!

Because I wanted to kill you,

you bastard!

Because you wanted yourself...

You know, I dreamed that...

Winter

So what are the voices saying?

Well, did they say something?

- No.

No point in messing

with the radio for your spying.

These are the last batteries.

What spying?

- You know what I mean.

They come and take you

to your little wife.

That would be nice, wouldn't it?

- It would be very nice.

Father doesn't want you to smoke

here. Reminds him of mother.

Mother, you see, started smoking when

she returned from the hospital, from you.

One cigarette after the other.

Didn't do a thing, just smoked and stared

in front of her and warmed her feet.

Father said it was low blood pressure

that makes her feet so cold.

The pressure was low

because of all that smoking

and smoking is from nerves and nerves

from low blood pressure.

Mother didn't even listen to

what he said.

Sometimes said no wonder

your feet were cold

if you lived by this dark sea

and ate fish...

She kept saying she wanted dry land

where the sun was shining

and people drank red wine.

For thirst, and not like here -

just communion wine,

and that's diluted too.

She then said, I mean mother,

that she had dreamed she was

at a dried out salt lake,

looking for a post office...

Wanted to send us a letter

that she was not coming back here

to rot away... To gut fi sh and freeze.

That she could now go where she

wanted and she was doing just that.

Father thought

it must be a nice place indeed where

you had everything you wanted, and

perhaps she was going to be bored there...

Mother said she wouldn't.

Started shaking her head,

meaning no, no, no, no.

Father then shut up.

He knew what it meant

when she was shaking her head

like that. Mother then shut up too.

Just sat there for a while

and then said

the only thing she would miss

is the crying of the birds...

She would miss

the screaming of the seagulls.

Somnambulance...

The old man is back.

I write everything down, where I took

them and whose things these are.

Only stove-flues left in the village.

They sure know how to stoke a stove.

Burnt down all the houses.

Steal them clean and

then set fire to them.

Only privies still standing.

When people come back one day they'll

have nothing left and nowhere to stay.

If they come... Seven...

Of course they will... This mess

won't last until spring.

In autumn you said

it won't last until winter.

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