Sul Campo Del Mare - Vilenica

V2-2010.PM52386/13/100, 12:14 PMVeronika ŠikulováHe would stroll through Modra and come ringing our bell early in themorning. He had a knock just like that of Mr. Ilečko, the painter.Then one day he did not come and he died. Not on the sofa in thekitchen, but on the bed in his study.And I took the scythe and thought I would mow myself out of my sorrow.I’m sad and it’s summer, I don’t know how many since then.I have the key to the house, but no one expects me, there’s no one towelcome me. I massage Dad’s garden with my feet and any night I canhear in my ears that soft hushed swissssh........Translated by Heather Trebaticka238