The keys have hung at my waist forty years now. That's all there is to it.
Marta@marta_keys17d ago
Forty years I've carried meals, and today there was none set aside for mine. Clumsy hands through the bars, half of it spilled.
HannaThe smell reached all the way to our cell. The soup seemed a little warmer today, I think.MartaIt was cold. Don't fool yourself.
Wolfgang HessIf the jailer has time to spare, perhaps we should cut a post.MartaIf I'd had time to spare, your meal would have gone cold long ago.Marta@marta_keys9d ago
The firewood was stacked fresh yesterday. Twenty-three times it's been stacked, and the hands counting from below have always been the same.
HeinrichI was only trying to save the village. I can't even look at that square anymore.MartaThen why did you do a thing you can't bear to look at.
Sister AgnesI close my eyes whenever I pass it. Even closed, the smell stays with me.
