Get up in the morning, eat usal, drink tea, go to the library and read the papers. In the afternoon, go home, try and sleep on a half-empty stomach.
In the evening, come to this garden and find somewhere to sit where you can evade people’s eyes. Who are we in this society? I’m a beggar, she’s a whore. Our own children don’t want to see our faces. What is the point of going on? We don’t talk to anyone and anyway there’s nothing to say. How many years are we going to spend in Five Gardens like this? Better to accept death. Really speaking, it is already late. Had we killed ourselves earlier some people might have turned up to accompany us on our last journey. Today only the municipality van will turn up.
The usual thoughts.
In the evening, come to this garden and find somewhere to sit where you can evade people’s eyes. Who are we in this society? I’m a beggar, she’s a whore. Our own children don’t want to see our faces. What is the point of going on? We don’t talk to anyone and anyway there’s nothing to say. How many years are we going to spend in Five Gardens like this? Better to accept death. Really speaking, it is already late. Had we killed ourselves earlier some people might have turned up to accompany us on our last journey. Today only the municipality van will turn up.
The usual thoughts.
