It was a quiet afternoon.
Outside, in the corridor, I heard
a door slam
and a woman's crying, which
slowly diminished in the distance.
Then I heard the door
again, though it stayed silent.
- Jurgen Becker, trans. by Okla Elliott
jurgen becker
It was a quiet afternoon.
Outside, in the corridor, I heard
a door slam
and a woman's crying, which
slowly diminished in the distance.
Then I heard the door
again, though it stayed silent.
- Jurgen Becker, trans. by Okla Elliott