In a Glass Cage Page #2

to do it again?

I could do it for you.

I'm not in a glass cage.

I could be

what you used to be.

Do you understand?

Don't--!

No, Angelo-- don't.

I want to learn.

I want to be like you.

I like what you were.

- But you, you--

- Shut up!

You're no longer a child,

Angelo.

No...

you're the child now.

"He stared at me.

His frightened eyes

were inside of me.

I felt uncomfortable, yet,

it was also pleasurable.

I separated him

from his companions

and I took him

to another room.

It was small.

I closed the door

and cornered him.

I began to take off

my clothes.

The child did not move.

First, I took off

my white coat,

then my uniform.

Slowly, I unbuttoned

my shirt, my pants.

He looked at me confused

and expectant

as he would a madman.

I supposed he waited for the

needle as he had seen done before.

But no, I didn't

want him to die.

'You want a cigarette, kid?'

I wanted pleasure.

'You need money?

I can give you some.'

The raincoat--

His eyes were

two endless tunnels."

She did it.

"I came up closer. I was naked."

It was her,

she tried to kill you.

She wanted to kill you.

"I grazed his neck

to better feel his fright."

She-- she must go.

She's going, isn't she?

Then we'll be alone.

We'll go on together.

We will start again.

"I continued caressing myself;

my hands leveled with his eyes.

He squinted slightly

as he watched.

She must go.

We must be alone.

I only look for you.

"I masturbated on his face.

I felt his loathing invade me--

giving me pleasure."

She must die.

"Want a cigarette, kid?

Do you?

Do you?"

Yes?

Your husband wants to see you.

Clean him up.

I never want to see you again.

You'll leave tomorrow.

No, not I.

Good night.

Angelo?

What happened?

Nothing.

Your mother left.

I'm scared.

Sleep with me tonight.

Of course.

- Please?

- Of course.

Come.

Taking some fresh air?

I'd better put this away.

Fridays are worse.

I have to bring more food.

I'll go down to the cellar

to fix the olives.

- There's no need.

- What?

- To fix olives.

- Why not?

- When did she leave?

- Yesterday.

Just like that?

She showed me

what to do first.

She'll be back

in a couple of months.

Those foreigners.

She said that there was no need

for you to come meanwhile.

- Who'll do the shopping?

- I will.

And who'll take care of him

when you go?

No problem.

If I can't, Rena can do it.

Anyway, it's their business.

By the way,

they owed me two weeks.

Yes, you're right.

How much is it?

Of course.

She left me the money.

Go to the kitchen,

I'll be right back.

Morning.

Hi.

Where's the curtain?

Well, if you don't want

to answer me--

Rena tore it down playing.

I'll hang it later.

Sweet Lord.

You'll break your neck one day.

Show me how the stove works.

Come along.

I've told the maid to leave.

I need money.

Tell me where it is.

I did it for you... and Rena.

Please.

In my desk

in the right-hand drawer.

But it's probably locked.

Where's the key?

Griselda wore it on a chain

around the neck.

- What are you doing here?

- Nothing.

Leave me, please.

Well, I'm off.

I'm glad

to have worked for you.

And when the lady comes back

just call me.

And if you need

anything at all, well--

just let me know.

Lord.

It's that machine--

it makes me so nervous.

It's like being at the movies.

Well, I'd better leave.

It's getting late.

It gets dark.

I could fall down

and who'd find me?

Goodbye.

Don't be so serious, sir.

It can't be that bad.

"Fire. We were late.

Nervously,

I played with my stick.

We crossed

the barbed wire fence...

from right to left.

We did it quickly.

Further away,

the bonfires smoked.

Smoke also came out

of a nearby barrack.

We finally reached it.

Some 20 children

were waiting for us.

They looked like all

the others-- endless copies.

My work bored me.

I felt like leaving

to have some coffee, anything.

Those children

already knew death.

They had seen it

play with their families,

with their friends.

The whole place

smelled of death.

They were neither

sad nor scared--

just like animals

whose feelings cannot be read.

Then, I saw his tiny bright eyes.

Everything in him was small.

He was staring at an apple

left on the table.

I went up to the table.

He looked at me.

His eyes seemed to laugh.

I sent the apple rolling

to the floor.

Several children jumped on it

but he grabbed it. I knew he would.

Some boys tried to take it

but I pushed them away

and took him to the small room.

He didn't even glance at me.

He ate very slowly.

I made him sit down

and told him

to take off his shirt.

First, I went for my bag

and the leather straps.

The other children

were being tied.

It all went so fast.

I glanced at the flames

through the window.

I came back to the small room.

He was sitting down...

completely unconcerned.

Just eating.

I told him

to take off his shirt.

He obeyed me mechanically,

absent-minded.

He was still eating.

I tied him down.

He still ate

as much as he could.

I prepared the needle

in front of him.

He would glance up,

not at all worried.

He still ate.

Then, I went up to him.

I raised the needle

in front of his face.

He looked at me briefly.

I didn't understand that look.

Rage invaded me.

I sunk the needle in his chest.

The apple slipped from his hand

onto the floor.

I sat down at the table

and watched his agony.

Never before

had I felt such pleasure.

It was as if I was intimately

joining death."

Won't Daddy be angry?

I'm not angry.

- Yes, but--

- Rena--

I'm your father.

Anything wrong?

- What's with your shoe?

- Nothing.

Show me.

Well, too bad.

You--

want a cigarette?

I don't smoke.

Me neither.

Want to earn some money?

All right.

Help me take this stuff

to the foreigners.

Come in.

Leave it

on top of the table.

Did you bring my crayons?

Here they are.

- Who is he?

- A kid. He gave me a hand.

He looks dumb.

Can you do me a favor?

Go to the cove

and collect some sea urchins.

You'll have time to pick up

enough before sunset.

I'll see to your father.

Can I use the gloves?

Yes, they're behind

the staircase.

- Are you hungry?

- I've got to go.

Bye.

Come.

I'll show you something.

It's upstairs.

- What's that?

- A sick man.

You have company.

Like him?

Where are you going?

Home.

Can I have my money now?

In a minute.

I'll be right back.

What are you doing?

Tell the boy to undress.

You're insane.

Tell him to leave.

It's too late now.

Tell him to undress.

"They were neither

sad nor scared--

just like animals

whose feelings cannot be read.

- Then, I saw his tiny bright eyes.

- Let me go.

- Everything in him was small.

- Please.

He was staring--"

Tell him to undress.

Tell him.

Take off your clothes.

It wasn't like that.

Undress!

Which is it?

You see, Klaus...

I love death.

What are you doing?

It's to wrap around the columns

so the doves won't fly away.

The doves?

There aren't any doves.

But there will be.

- Will you help me?

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