“People Without Tombs”

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“People Without Tombs”

Yyyeees. Ccclerk dddoesn’t lllie.

Your father, Numan Numić, was a true man! He was a man of honour, but here, at work, don’t tell stories about him; that’s in the past… Come on, buddy, go, meet the head nurse, she’ll guide you further. When you put on white pants and a white coat, you’re going to be handsome as a doctor.

And, as I crossed the threshold, the director called me back. He warned me not to talk about parties, nor about the national composition of employees: You are young, don’t get into such stories!

And he asked me this: Young man, it’s awkward for me to ask Clerk about his brother. About Gulaš. I know he’s been locked up for years. Is he alive?

Hhhe dddied.

Died? Well, that’s better than living captive for years. I knew Gulaš even when he was a waiter… Nothing, it doesn’t matter, you go to work.

I immediately got a white coat, white pants and white clogs. I walked the floors, waiting for someone to ask me something… I walked around the canteen, entered some rooms, my nostrils were filled with the smell of macaroni, unwashed dishes and sweat that has been sliding down the spine of the people for years. The head nurse told me that my job was on the ground floor, first and second floor – I should go from room to room and pick up the dishes and utensils – even if someone told me not to carry the plate because he would eat later, he should be told that he had enough time, so he should eat faster next time…

I immediately got a white coat, white pants and white clogs. I walked the floors, waiting for someone to ask me something… I walked around the canteen, entered some rooms, my nostrils were filled with the smell of macaroni, unwashed dishes and sweat that has been sliding down the spine of the people for years. The head nurse told me that my job was on the ground floor, first and second floor – I should go from room to room and pick up the dishes and utensils – even if someone told me not to carry the plate because he would eat later, he should be told that he had enough time, so he should eat faster next time…

AuthorEnes Halilović
Translated byKalina B. Isakovska
2020-12-23T17:40:29+00:00 December 22nd, 2020|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 133 - 135|0 Comments