Trafika Europe 3 - Latvian Sojourn

The Sun holds up a palm, one finger is missing. But the meat grinder turns away, because it doesn’t recognize imperfection. Jacob begins to take part in the play He throws pigs’ feet into the bear mouth, but the meat grinder doesn’t grind up nails, skinny snakes come out of the knives, on the end of their tongues black hemlock syrup dribbles. Snakes begin to rain off the stage, and, roaring loudly, the confection prince rushes into the cylinder, he has a sword in his hand, he plunges the snakes through on the blade and thrusts them into his pocket, above the pocket is written ‘Donava estate’. The prince picks up tar on the end of the sword and sticks it into the dimple on the beggar’s chin. Then the prince freezes. In come Sunset and the judge who sentenced the squabblers on Courland’s dunes. The judge takes out a fountain pen and writes out an invoice for the beggar. The Sun becomes still blacker. Jacob gives Sunset hot pewter to drink. “What’s that filthy thing?” asks the newly arrived judge, and knocks ash from his sand pipe into the elephant’s foot ashtray.

“The Sun!” snarls the meat grinder through its teeth.

“It should be washed!”

”But the sea has crept underground, and in its place your brother remains, with dunes, cliffs.”

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