The Turin Horse Page #2

have been put to rights.

The bishop says

to the congregation,

"The Lord was with you!

"Morning will become night,

"night will be at an end..."

The storm continues to rage outside,

the wind still sweeps relentlessly

across the land from the same direction,

but now there is nothing

in its path to obstruct it.

Only a great cloud of dust

whipped up by the wind

rushes recklessly forward,

bone-dry dust and the ravaging nothing

that the wind rolls before it

as it rages unbridled

over the barren land.

THE FOURTH DAY:

- Come!

- What is it?

- Come quick!

- What's wrong?

The well!

F***!

Cover it!

And the brandy?

Why didn't you eat?

You're not going anywhere...

Drink!

At least drink a little water!

Drink!

For my sake!

Pack up clothes, dishes, needle

and thread, things like that.

What for?

We're not staying here. Pack!

Blankets, brandy.

Brandy!

Potatoes, too.

Get the handcart.

Come on!

THE FIFTH DAY:

What's this darkness?

Light the lamps!

F***!

Why didn't you fill it up?

It's full.

Bring some embers!

What is all this?

I don't know.

Let's go to bed.

Even the embers went out.

Tomorrow, we'll try again.

We can hear them groping their way

to their beds,

we can hear them lying down,

and pulling the blankets over them.

We can hear them breathing,

only their breathing can we hear.

Dead silence outside, the storm is over.

Dead silence falls on the house, too.

THE SIXTH DAY:

Eat.

We have to eat.

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