Trafika Europe 3 - Latvian Sojourn

It hurts but I keep my mouth shut because they might hear me.

Don’t let it come out. Then they left and I slept a bit. Silence. I hear her in there. She wants to get out. Then again silence.

Narrator, goes and stops him. Train, like a heart beating inside the bridge, we wait, it’s gone, now the women, in their turn or nearly so.

A dog had come up outside the door. Scratches and wants to come in a little light in the window but it is still early. nobody yet. Let’s go in and prepare. Fire. They like it. But they will say nothing. They will sit at the table like always. They will eat huddled over their plates, silent. Last year he was holding a stone some papers he was wiping his lips all the time there was something wrong with his lips

Out on the street

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