HOWEVER, since something unusual always occurred

around me I never asked for anything more since when

we opened the door at dusk we often saw someone to pass

holding the unusual in such a simple way that when the

carriage men were drinking, it stood lightly behind them

(even if the Bible doesn’t refer to it) thus, next morning

at seven o’clock, as it was its habit, the dead man came

down and started working in the old carpentry shop

         only that now we had to cry in a low tone voice

since he was so thin and sometimes we said to him

“you’re so beautiful” although he always kept

his promise: humble people, of whom nothing will

ever be said as this story continues.