Publikacija SEP 2011 - Vilenica
Publikacija SEP 2011 - Vilenica
Publikacija SEP 2011 - Vilenica
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Around the time of the Assumption, a number of violent summer<br />
storms struck; rain showers had cooled the sea and I stopped going to<br />
the beach, surrendering my place to one of the beer-bellied pensioners<br />
whose penises shrank like bashful caterpillars when they came out of<br />
the water. I wondered if they missed me.<br />
The stench trailed behind grandma as she moved about the house,<br />
taking out a small comb from her little apron pocket and running it<br />
through her greasy hair; she would make a waterfall of noodles, coated<br />
with dandruff like grated Parmesan. When I told her she should take<br />
a bath, she waved her hand in nervous dismissal, as if trying to shake<br />
off the idea.<br />
Dad’s reaction was not much different.<br />
“Oh, come on, don’t start with that now!” he said, frowning, and<br />
eventually went back to reading his interior design magazines. That<br />
was his therapy: looking at splendidly decorated living rooms with a<br />
view of the Pacific, renovated New York apartments with strategically<br />
arranged antiques. I could relate to that; faraway, tastefully decorated<br />
lives of other people were dad’s form of escapism, like mine were the<br />
cheesy worlds of Daphne du Maurier.<br />
“One of these days we’ll have to bathe her. The house stinks like<br />
a night tram full of homeless people,” I told dad. He reached for another<br />
magazine, an issue dedicated to rustic summer houses.<br />
Our nights were also rough. We spent one particularly unpleasant<br />
one listening grandma scream in panic, curled up in her bed like a tarantula,<br />
with the sheet over her head. “They attached wires to my heart,”<br />
she kept saying. Her knuckles were completely white from clutching the<br />
edge of the sheet so tightly. Our every attempt to calm her down only<br />
resulted in louder cries. In the morning, all pale and smelly, she watched<br />
the quiz show with a blank expression on her face, quietly muttering the<br />
right answers, before the host managed to finish the question. She knew<br />
when Marie Curie won the Nobel Prize and what Madonna’s Christian<br />
name was.<br />
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