
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.