Trafika Europe 13 - Russian Ballet

Val Votrin

“When. When. When. When.” On his lips, the word lost its intended, interrogative meaning; “when” ceased now to be a question that troubled all of us. He would simply repeat the word, endlessly mumbling it under his nose —when, when, when, when, when, when.We children raced after him everywhere, and when he’d come to a stop, we would crowd around him in a circle and scream loudly: “When?”