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the gift of speech

"because of shame and fear.

"Meanwhile, looking at people

"will submerge them in your silence.

"The time will come

"when people will extract

new words from your silence.

Completely new."

Old people bring him food right here

because he comes out of the cellar

only on Sundays.

He is afraid that on weekdays

he could be caught,

and taken back to hospital.

The other day

the ragman lost one leg.

Half of what he told his apprentice

has come true.

Soon he'll lose his second leg.

Life on the swamp starts

from the moment a child wakes up,

gets up from bed

and steps on the water.

I won't tell you why I brought you

to this place, or give you a reason.

Because you don't have

to have any reasons.

You can simply understand me better

when next to these children.

And I will probably feel

like being closer to you.

There are two doors in the cellar

where the runaway lives.

One door faces the south side

where the children live.

And the other faces the north side

where the old people live.

Apart from old people

and children,

there should be

ordinary adult people here.

But some had to leave

and earn money.

Others are in prison,

or have been sectioned.

That's why today there are

only children and old people here.

One of the boys and his sister

have turned 13.

Every week he asks his sister

to cut his hair.

The boy said that at night he feels

his legs are being torn away.

"It happens at night, in the dark

"when you stop feeling

your own body,

"and when you can clearly see

"that these legs are not yours."

The boy told me

that when his mother was arrested,

the investigator asked her,

"How long have you been sleeping

with your son?"

She asked the investigator,

"Tell me how many legs

your child has."

The investigator said, "Two legs."

"Well," said the mother,

"Can you believe

that my son also has two legs?"

The boy told me that when his mother

was ill and was screaming,

he and his sister started

to scream together with her.

"We were distracting her

from her fit.

"And when I was ill,

Mummy kissed me all night.

"And when my sister was ill,

I also kissed her all night.

"I kissed her 1,050 times.

"I was counting - 1,050 times,

"and I understood that anyone,

"however sick, would get better...

"...would get better,

if kissed 1,050 times."

The boy told me

that actually he was older than me

and that he would die before me.

He said he was going to be crucified,

and before that he'd be tortured.

I asked him,

"Who is going to crucify you?

"Who is going to torture you?"

He replied, "It doesn't matter

who will crucify me

"as long as I am tortured."

From the clothes of that ragman

the children made this doll

and named it Jesus Christ.

These children also know something

very important about Jesus...

...that one day he came to people

who lived near water.

He told them,

"Follow me, come with me...

"...and I will make

you catchers of human souls...

"Catchers of human souls."

Those people left everything

behind and followed him.

These children also leave this place

and go to the city.

They go to one college,

then to another.

Then they go to university.

They find lodgers

amongst the students,

and bring them here.

They catch human souls in the city.

They bring men and women

and put them up

in the other house.

My little son,

don't attempt to understand

where power goes,

and from where it returns.

Power began to ferment like wine,

but they are scared

to fill the old wineskins

with their new wine.

They won't fill the old wineskins

with wine.

The old wineskins

are being thrown out these days.

The system needs new wineskins.

New wineskins. What are they?

It is from the lamb

that grazes freely...

...the Lamb of God.

Then they take him,

slaughter and eat him,

tan his skin

and make wineskins out of it.

It's all the same -

the basics are the same everywhere.

Some children found this woman

in the city in winter.

She was lying on the ground,

drunk and frozen to the pavement.

She was no longer a woman,

but a bundle of a frozen soul.

They peeled her off the pavement

and brought her here.

She likes telling the children

about her man.

Sometimes she extends her arms

and calls to him.

She asks the children

to call him too,

so that he'll come back to her.

And the children do

whatever she asks.

My little son, say goodbye to her,

and I'll take you further.

While you're still not born,

you are young and have a future.

Chapter III

YAZUNDOKTA:

GEORGE THE VICTOR

MAN IN THE BROKEN TROUGH

My little son,

by now the old ragman

has already lost his second leg.

That's it.

My little son,

I really want you

to be popular with women...

...to be loved

and happily married.

However, I'm begging you,

if only you can,

stay a virgin

and never become a man.

Don't become a man.

I know, it's hard.

Just listen to me. Another body

goes through your heart.

With this body

you can lead a sexual life.

With this body

you'll be able to protect a woman,

even after her death,

when she doesn't have her husband,

or father or brother next to her.

My little son,

through your heart

goes the body of a pauper.

It's the finest of all bodies.

And with this body

you'll be able to embrace any woman.

This body is always naked.

It's naked to the point

of being invisible.

It doesn't belong in the system.

My little son, I want to take you

to the man in the broken trough.

Do you know what he said?

He said that once he tried

and managed to kiss his own chest.

He said he hadn't seen

a naked arm,

or even a naked shoulder

for a long time.

The man in the broken trough

says that sometimes

it seems to him that his mother

used to bathe him in this trough.

He said, "This trough

is all that's left of my home."

I know that very soon

they will convince you

that you are a consumer.

You consume electricity,

buy clothes and use hot water.

You'll be told

that society provides everything,

it's society that trains

teachers and priests.

And if you don't need either,

there's yet more.

Society provides doctors

and prostitutes for you.

And if you don't need prostitutes,

they'll convince you that

you're doomed to have a sexual life

requiring at least a towel and soap -

both produced by society.

In a nutshell,

they won't leave you alone.

They'll convince you that

a person is born in a social body,

and dies in a social body.

And you'll agree

with this accusation.

But while you're still unborn,

there is something

you can say for yourself.

You know better than me

that as you are doomed to live,

it doesn't matter to you

whether you live or die.

You don't need time.

It's those who are doomed to die

who need time.

It's the system that needs time.

That's why your social body

will haunt you,

even after your death.

My little one, my social body also

isn't letting me get close to you.

His trough is damaged

because he tried to commit suicide.

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