What I Shouldn’t Talk About

“The hall was empty; there wasn’t a soul in sight. Then I heard a strange sound like some animal whining in the distance. Most likely it was a cat or rat because that was the sort of dormitory I was in. It came from one the rooms in the back. But by then the sound had changed in something completely different. I stood behind one of the closed doors, from where I could hear the whining sound better. It was more frightening and terrifying than the sound like a scream tearing through the night. That would only last for a short while, whereas this sound was a continuous cry of pain and suffering. Holding my breath and carefully moving, I turned the door handle. There’s something about him that’s keeping me from getting closer. As if he had leprosy, his touch and even his immediate vicinity was infectious.“

Laszlo Malota (English)
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