that time goes quickly. She tells me this when she dresses
me, after she has washed me and combed my hair in the
hall in front of the mirror. I see everyone is looking at the
telegram on the table. The postman said so. I’ve brought a
telegram from Australia, he said and put it on the table.
And then he talked about the moon and how there will be
no good in the world.
is still looking through the
window. He’s smoking now, too, and shaking the ash onto
the floor. Then Mama sweeps. Always, when
the ash on the floor. I think
is looking at the sky, I
think that he is quietly talking to Uncle Feliks, like Karlo. I
think he wants to go to Uncle Feliks. The postman is still in
the doorway. Then Mama picks up the telegram and says:
takes the telegram and opens it. He looks at the
postman and opens it. The postman is still standing in the
Albert is coming, next week. Mama’s eyes light up. I see.
Is he coming with his wife? asks the postman.
looks at him.
is looking at the postman in the
doorway and doesn’t say anything. Mama pours a glass. The
postman drinks it, opens his mouth. We watch him. Mama
sometimes says that she never knows if the postman will