Chapter 1 In which Mrs Milica gains ingress to the Colonel's house ...
Chapter 1 In which Mrs Milica gains ingress to the Colonel's house ...
Chapter 1 In which Mrs Milica gains ingress to the Colonel's house ...
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The news fell like a shower of fish, leaving <strong>the</strong>m dumb with amazement and fear. No<br />
one had thought of this. Not even for a moment could <strong>the</strong>y imagine <strong>the</strong>ir street razed<br />
from <strong>the</strong> face of <strong>the</strong> earth, or <strong>the</strong>mselves moved “in<strong>to</strong> matchboxes suspended in <strong>the</strong> air,<br />
without any ground underfoot” (Traian Geamba§u); “in<strong>to</strong> block-hutches with walls as<br />
thin as cigarette paper, where you can’t even fart without your neighbour knowing, let<br />
alone argue with your wife or beat your children” (Mister Petric[); “where in winter you<br />
have <strong>to</strong> lag <strong>the</strong> radia<strong>to</strong>rs so that <strong>the</strong>y don’t shatter from <strong>the</strong> cold, and in summer you<br />
have <strong>to</strong> lie submerged in <strong>the</strong> bathtub breathing through a straw” (old man Hrib); “where<br />
you put <strong>the</strong> parsley in plant pots and <strong>the</strong> pickles on <strong>the</strong> balcony” (<strong>Milica</strong>); “where you<br />
drink water from a screw and it rains shit through plastic pipes, buildings on <strong>to</strong>p of<br />
buildings, <strong>the</strong> end of <strong>the</strong> world is nigh, brethren, pray <strong>to</strong> Our Lord Jesus Christ, we will<br />
be crawling like worms under <strong>the</strong> ruins when <strong>the</strong> earthquake comes, <strong>the</strong> end of <strong>the</strong><br />
world is nigh, good people, <strong>the</strong> lambs of God one on <strong>to</strong>p of ano<strong>the</strong>r, like in Sodom and<br />
Gomorah!” (Hleanda)<br />
After <strong>the</strong> land surveyors, within a week, men in overalls carrying picks made <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
appearance, <strong>to</strong>ge<strong>the</strong>r with a number of mo<strong>to</strong>rised pumps, covering <strong>the</strong> street with a<br />
yellow, clayey earth. They drained <strong>the</strong> mire and mounted <strong>the</strong> huge cement tubes. They<br />
set up a blue signboard, with white lettering: “Dumping prohibited, fine of between 100<br />
and 500 lei”. They picked up <strong>the</strong>ir <strong>to</strong>ols and left. The yellow earth spread along <strong>the</strong><br />
whole street. Seeing it, <strong>the</strong> people thought only of <strong>the</strong>ir own <strong>house</strong>s. From one day <strong>to</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> next, <strong>the</strong>y were expecting <strong>the</strong> bulldozers. Now, no one used <strong>the</strong> word<br />
“systematisation”; <strong>the</strong>y had tacitly replaced it with “demolition”.<br />
The whole length of Willows Street, from <strong>the</strong> railway line almost as far as <strong>the</strong> field, was<br />
in a short while overwhelmed by a kind of paralysis. Folk pottered around <strong>the</strong>ir own<br />
yards in disgust. They would pick up a hammer and a few nails <strong>to</strong> fix <strong>the</strong> fence, but<br />
abandon it after a few moments, lacking <strong>the</strong> will <strong>to</strong> do anything, as though drained of<br />
energy. What was <strong>the</strong> good? The next day <strong>the</strong> bulldozer could be knocking at <strong>the</strong> gate.<br />
They would pick up a pot of whitewash, but an unseen, subtle and cold force would<br />
slowly lead <strong>the</strong>m back, <strong>the</strong> same as you would guide an invalid by <strong>the</strong> shoulders. The<br />
<strong>house</strong>wives still planted <strong>to</strong>ma<strong>to</strong>es in <strong>the</strong> garden or put in ano<strong>the</strong>r bed of onions, but<br />
more out of habit, because <strong>the</strong> same bitter thought kept returning: <strong>the</strong>y would not have<br />
<strong>the</strong> chance <strong>to</strong> enjoy <strong>the</strong>m. The roofs of <strong>the</strong> <strong>house</strong>s had begun <strong>to</strong> rust and deteriorate, <strong>the</strong>