Trash

With the right key you can bust the door wide open. Because nobody's going to open it for you.

I learned perhaps more than any university could ever teach me. I learned that the world revolves around money. There are values and virtues and morals; there are relationships and trust and love---and all of that is important. Money, however, is more important and it is dripping all the time, like precious water. Some drink deep; others thirst. Without money, you shrivel and die. The absence of money is drought in which nothing can grow. Nobody knows the value of water until they've lived in a dry, dry place---like Behala. So many people, waiting for the rain.

I think I must have got an eye - and I'll be honest, I hope so: I hope he's a one-eyed prison guard now and telling his tale about how he tried to sell a little boy after a deal was made and that boy turned round and took his eye out - I hope his whole cheating face is cut right through, my gift to a filthy traitor.

I met Jose Angelico the way I meet many of my customers. I have a workshop on the cemetery road, just past the coffin makers. I specialize in the small, simple stone. I am very aware that my clients have next to nothing, and renting the grave has often taken most of their money. So I modify and modify and get down to the very lowest cost. The dead, however, must have that stone: the reminder, the eternal reminder, that this man, this woman, this child---existed. On some of the graves the name is marked in paint, or even pen, and everyone knows how sad that is. Make something out of stone, I say, and noone touches the grave.The poor are not buried, you see. There is not enough ground here any more, so in the Naravo they build upwards. The graves of the poor are concrete boxes, each just big enough for the coffin. They go up and up---in some parts twenty boxes high. A funeral here is to slide the coffin in and watch the sealing of the compartment. Part of my service is that I cement the stone that I've made into place, and thus seal the chamber.

What does the country need right now? THREE THINGS: A revolution. Then a revolution. Then – when the dust has settled – a revolution.

I will buy a boat, and I’m going to fish and fish and fish.

Nije mi brat, ali kao da jest,jer uvijek zna što mislim, što osjećam - čak i što namjeravam reći.

Zaljubila sam se u oči koje su me promatrale i u osmijehe. Mislim da je dobrotvorni rad najzavodljivija stvar na svijetu, a nikad se time nisam bavila. Prvi put u životu okruženi ste ljudima koji vam govore da činite nešto što pomaže.

Koga briga tko je učinio što kad je poanta svega da smo to učinili zajedno?