January 16th, 2021 That piece of paper that had caught V.’s attention at the bus stop, that piece of paper hanging from that grimy advertising board, now firmly gripped between her fingers, was already yellowed, wrinkled like the cheek of an eighty-year-old, repeatedly getting soaked by the rain and then drying. A simple scrap of […]
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Big Mater. Ona’s Birth. September I was born on a Thursday evening in the fall, in the basement sauna of a four-story apartment block like all of Pašilai’s children. In the stairwell near the mailboxes, Vanda killed a black chicken with a ladle to mark the occasion and boiled a pot of broth right on
All children are the same. It’s just that I believe I’m the only one who’s different. Every child in the village had at least several brothers or sisters, sometimes ten or more, whereas I was an only child like the one and only finger left on a carpenter’s hand. After the three-year war our family
* Then the phone rings, notifying me that Amanda has appeared on my match list. She is leaning on the table with both hands, her stomach bare, the edge of her panties sticking out above her trousers. A straight parting, a pretty face with clear skin, her eyes melancholic and somewhat wild, looking up at
9 When it all started, when I started to smoke and why, and why I smoked for twenty years, was it because that others smoked, that during my entire childhood I saw the fuming chimneys of factories, plants, and neighboring buildings, I saw men smoking (women didn’t smoke, because back then it wasn’t proper for
FUNGAL DREAM PART 1 2051 Survive. The most important thing is to survive. It’s the morning now, and I need to get up. To push on. To work. To do things. Another day to be endured. – Good morning. It’s six forty-five. Seventeen degrees outside. – Shut up, Anna. – Shall I wake you in
The Crisis of Representation Just a moment before the impact, I realized that I no longer had a face. I writhe in pain, gripping the air in front of me with my hands, terrified to touch the gaping chunks of wet flesh falling through my fingers in a thick red mush. I hold my hands
1. It seemed to many at the theatre that Odin the director had not died of a heart attack. Even though that was the official version. It seemed to many at the theatre that he had died because he chose the wrong Word. As the Bible says, in the beginning was the Word. And
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2. The First Chapter Nizhnedvinsk, Northern Russia, 2018 He woke up not from the hum, crash and thunder of the construction crane outside the window, nor from the groans and curses of the hungover neighbour from behind the thin wall. For a few seconds, he couldn’t work out what had woken him, or where
The two-storey red brick house stood in a valley by a small, fast-flowing stream, not far from the water, looking neglected and dead. One might surmise that it had at some time been a water mill because of a ditch with no other discernible purpose had been dug running from the stream in the direction
