pte
to. He had a transistor that a scrap dealer had given him, after he had sold him all kinds of wires, toy boxes
o embarrass myself on the street. I lived like an artist, with applause, admirers and fans,
n't as drunk as usual. To tell the truth, it was the first tim
he matter
, she's
? No!
ancer. He didn't smoke, he didn't drink, he hadn't merited death. The doctors had talked about probabilities, quality of life, treatments. But one day he disappeared, a
I didn't need to see my reflection to know it. We keep a bit of every look, every
lothes to throw away. I was showering thanks to Redman, who
e, but I don't wan
ll end up ruined
ncil has said that...Well, the
rant it to me,' I waile
thing, they say it's not their job. You know the "I work f
want sy
t the ticke
cause self-assurance lasted unti
The Waste Land", by Thomas Stern
ts called to see if th
y coming all t
er to negotiate with. She
adduced, holding back a veiled
k soon,' I caugh
he
ent for a
Ju
o until then? 'Take advantage of my contract as a musician. Find a room. '
ed Redman to show me a picture, to which he had happily agreed. 'Blonde, like Rachel and like me, light-eyed. I was all o
A dark-skinned boy, wearing a trench coat of the same color and
n't loo
this
as most stupid. Sh
at was m
ha
om my house. We cou
eally
ked hi
don't h
ck walked past us. They stopped, expressed their
time. For the second time I was free of them. Only a sli
?", I was te
memories in my head. Her crawling form under the sheets accom
thought about her and the images of both of them naked were grotesque to me. I started to touch myself, but was
ife and son, who were in Romania. I knew the story, the yellow photos and old Bill's frustrated
xcited, even more by the thought of Erika protesting about our idyll, a fiura emerged strongly on the scene. Harlan, the Indian - was he the one who had called out to me in the distance at the funeral? I squeezed my nipples an