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I look. I see. I see a blue field. Like in the morning when
Mama comes into the room and the chestnut tree in the
yard is full of leaves. Suddenly houses aren’t running.
People aren’t running either.
Karlo says we’ve arrived and that Lucija lives in that house.
I look through the window. They don’t see me. No one is
looking at me. Karlo opens the door. He takes my hand.
Come, Ballerina, he says. I’m standing in front of a tall
house. I can’t see the roof, there are no chestnut trees, there
is no yard. Mama takes my hand. Let’s go, Ballerina, she
says.
Karlo opens a large door. He says it’s made of iron. Let’s see
first if Srečko is home, he says. We go through the door.
Mama is holding my hand. There’s no light. I can only see it
far away, the light. Then we walk on, toward the light. Karlo
knocks on the first door. There is no light here. I see Srečko
in the doorway. Suddenly the door is open and Srečko
stands in front of us. I look at him. He says nothing. Then
he says she died. He cries. We follow him. I look at the
room. It’s a big room. At one end I see two beds. A window
on the other side. High up. You can’t see through it. Below
the window there is a washbasin, a closet and a chair.
Srečko is sitting on the chair. Karlo, Mama and I are sitting
on the bed. Srečko is talking. I look at him and listen.