TE15 Lithuanian Honey Cake

7 Stones

oh, after seven years of travel I didn’t recognise the young man’s bearded face: our oldest son ...

oh, stones, from the first to the last, I curse you ...

in a flash the lights come up in U BÁBELSTEIN_Ů. THE GUESTS are back in their places, they point their fingers at THE STONE COLLECTOR who cowers under the condemnation. THE CHOIR a stone thrown in anger never returns to the hand ... FINALE / “the song of the stone collector”

we are back at the very beginning of the story, in PART I.

THE STONE COLLECTOR is in an alley way, crouching with his pants down, partly obscured by the drifting snow, but illuminated by the moon light that manages to sift

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