VAITAPU
22.03.2005., utorak
normal again
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When The Old Un finished reading we all sat silent, smoking, while the dusk grew thicker in the room of the dirty little cottage. I kept shuddering, for the whole time I could see Ursula's head rolling into the basket with the sawdust, the blood spurting from the neck in a thick stream, her lovely black hair stiff and sticky with blood, the glazed eyes, wide open and expressionless, staring up at the heaven in which she had believed. I knew exactly how her warm body had twitched and finally been flung indifferently into a grave. Oh, I knew so exactly how it had all happened. I knew all the details, for I had seen it so often. Before my companions could prevent it I had undone the safety catch of my revolver and shot the wooden crucifix and the picture of the Madonna on the wall to pieces. Then I put the bottle to my mouth and emptied it at one draught. The Old Un tried to quiet me but I was in a frenzy. He had to fell me with a blow on the chin. When I came to we sat down to drink; and I drank as I have never drunk before. For days I was doped with schnapps. I put the bottle to my mouth the moment I wakened and drank till I fell over again. In the end it became too much for The Old Un. He and Porta hauled me out into the yard and put me in a trough till I had become normal again, and for the next few days they never let me sit idle for a second. I was dead tired and black and blue when I went to bed, and as soon as I woke in the morning they took me out to the trough and roused me with icy water. That helped. Slowly I began to become clear in the head again-- clear and cold and dead. |
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Cim izades iz magle i opazis Waitapu, ne dozvoli srcu da se odvise nasladuje. Pronadi i zapamti mjesto gdje zavrsava planinski vijenac Wa, a pocinje Tapu. To ces lako otkriti. Planina koja je nekoc bila prelijepa i mila Wa, niza je od sjajne zvijezde Tapu. Tamo gdje se planine spajaju i gdje se planine spajaju i gdje Tapu nadvisuje Wa, tu pocinje tjesnac, pocinje prolaz koji te vodi u raznolike, bogate i beskrajne prostore slobodnih mora. Zuri da najkasnije o zalazu sunca budes na pocetku tjesnaca. Tada se protok vode u prolazu mijenja. Cim izade mjesec, voda ce kao rijeka poteci za tebe u povoljnom smjeru i ti ces jos prije svitanja -- ako jos budes ziv -- stici kamo si toliko zudio, s onu stranu Waitapu! Zakasnis li u tjesnac, ne znam gdje ces i kako docekati zoru! Autor: Joza Horvat |
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