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The One Face I Remembered
to describe him as repulsively ugly would be quite appropriate as well as convenient but how irresponsible it seems a phrase that amounts to saying nothing because you still wouldn't know what he actually looked like his is the only face I've remembered out of all the strangers I’ve seen emaciated looking the face of an ordinary worker by the crematorium furnaces that day I was pushing the corpse of my mother along on a trolley when he blocked my path and said “Leave it to me. This is not for you.” I handed over the carton of Three Five cigarettes I had brought with me he accepted this without the slightest reaction and walked away, pushing the trolley the man who was taking my mother off to her final resting place © Translation: 2004, Simon Patton |
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