The lift operator returned home from his walk a little late, and he ate
his dinner, and while his wife cleaned the table, he carried on with
his narration of yesterday’s fairy tale to his children, something
like — “You see, the lady I was referring to, returns often, like
spring, the leaves and swallows — have you noticed the new nest
they built under the big hallway window. And the swallows look
like small crosses in the sky…” He said such things, although his
children had fallen asleep on the table, on their crossed arms. They
didn’t hear a thing. And the lift operator went back to his cubicle
since it was already past 4 o’clock. First floor, second, twentieth,
one hundredth floor, one thousandth floor. Where are we going?
asked the others in the elevator. To the sun, the operator
answered and the others laughed, certain that they annulled
time, that they were ascending to the sun, although they were going
with their briefcases, to their narrow offices for their afternoon
work — fourth, fifth, or maximum seventh floor; and they had
an almost complete smile on their faces.
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