The Black Mirror

 

During the thirteen days…

I spent in hospital…

Mrs Kraner…

didn’t misbehave…

again…

Everything is exactly as…

I left it.

Neither of them dares…

leave the house.

They must be…

lying on their beds, snoring…

or staring at the ceiling.

They haven’t a clue…

that it is this idle…

passivity…

that leaves them…

at the mercy of…

what they fear most.

A cosmic revolution.

My hearing…

is getting worse.

The Turks are coming! The Turks are coming!

The Turks are coming! The Turks are coming!

I must be crazy!

I thought the bells rumbling in the sky

were tolling the knell.

One morning… at the end of October…

not long before…

the first drops…

of the insufferably long…

autumn rains…

fell…

on the parched…

cracked ground…

on the western side of the farm…

so that…

the stinking bog…

makes the tracks…

impassable…

until the first frosts…

and it cuts off the town too…

Futaki was woken…

by the sound of bells.

The closest church was…

eight kilometers to the South-West…

on the old Hochmeiss field…

a solitary chapel…

But not only was no bell there…

the church tower had collapsed…

during the war…

(Santantango, by Bela Tarr, 1994)

 

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