This is wonderful -
john
At 03:04 AM 4/23/2007, you wrote:
re-send
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A miserable path runs along the south side of the railway. Even in
the wintertime, someone has passed here. The snow isn't very deep.
It barely covers the soil. On the railway embankment, willow bushes
and dry stalks of some last summer's plants are seen. There has been
an attempt to cut down some of the willow bushes quite recently. It
is difficult to walk on the embankment except along the path. By the
side of the path stands a metal cabinet, of the type that is
commonly encountered near railways. There has been some spray
painting on the surface of the cabinet, but most of the paint has
been cleaned away. The lower part of the cabinet is covered by
aluminum plate. A few sprayed letters can still be found on the
aluminum. Beneath the plate some black electric cables appear in
confused wreaths and continue to hidden destinations under the
ground. Shortly behind the cabinet, the name of the halt can be seen
on a modest signpost. The name is beautiful.
Once a helicopter had landed near this place. It was landing. He
looked as the helicopter descended lower and lower. It had been
summer, June or beginning of July. Dry. The sound of the helicopter
landing. The sound enters even inside the apartments. It is almost
similar sound to a spinning washing machine. Somebody has engineered
the washing machine to spin-dry the laundry just like that. The
beginning of the spinning phase of the wash programme is a signal
that differentiates from the background noise of the other domestic
sounds. We become conscious of the existence of the washing machine.
Maybe it is night. Somewehre a washing machine is spinning and you
hear the sound in your sleep. The water is flowing out. This is an
everyday sound we have been subjected to already in prenatal age.
Looking at a watch I can tell that the duration of the spin-dry
phase is four or five minutes. After those minutes the wash
programme will continue more quietly.
For some reason I connected the piano teacher to this place, the
empty field and the railway halt beside the field, the halt actually
being just a name on a blue sign beside the tracks. The news item in
the paper told about some other trackside elsewhere, a location that
I had never even seen. It had been cold when I met the piano
teacher. Spring, maybe just before the First of May. The man was
shabby. He was carrying a doll inside a transparent plastic box. The
landing helicopter is not connected with this. It happened later, on
a sunny afternoon.
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