|"Moon Boy" (fragment)
...I shut my eyes and saw myself as a little girl sitting on the porch of my grandmother's house. It was a wonderful warm evening. I breathed in the divine fragrances of nasturtiums and stocks. Then this scene was replaced by a winter scene. I was standing in the middle of the yard and crying because I just couldn't find the secret – the flower petals I's hidden under glass in the ground for the onset of the frosts. And suddenly I heard a voice: "Don't despair, you're bound to find your secret. I'll help you." It was the voice of my late husband.
I opened my eyes. The huge asexual being called Morning was stalking me and whining. Outside the window monotonous drizzle was falling...
Translated by Michael Pursglove