Ko so podrli most, se je moral B vrniti
v domovino šestkrat, saj so oblasti kar naprej
prestavljale rušenje. Prišel je ukaz
in se nato izgubil med dokumentacijo. B je hotel biti
zraven, ker je bil most od tam, kjer ga je bilo strah,
kjer ga je zeblo in kjer je bil srečen.
B ni hotel, da bi most uničili, vendar ga je nenasitna
lakota kot šklepetajoči zobje obsedla, da bi bil priča
njegovemu padcu. In je potoval, nazaj in naprej,
kot so prihajali in odhajali ukazi,dokler ni dokumentacija
prerasla v most, on pa je
nadzoroval njegovo uničenje.
Noč, čeprav z nekaj svetlobe.
A zdi se, da ima noč ritem; ne nazadnje je polnoč.
Tišina, čakanje. Tam leži, ves zadržan,
in čaka novega dne. B čaka.
Z naraščajočo frekvenco vidi B Citroen DS, ki ga prehiteva,
z moškim za volanom in žensko ob njem.
Z naraščajočo frekvenco postajata vse bolj
podobna drug drugemu – ona par očal s črnim bleščečim okvirjem,
on brki – delita si mandarino,
ko peljeta proti mostu.
Kot se izkaže, bo B svoje čevlje pustil na mostu.
Skočil bo v samih nogavicah. Ne bomo si
zapomnili barve svojih nogavic.
Kakšne barve so bile njegove nogavice?
A za zdaj noč, čeprav z nekaj svetlobe. Zdi se,
da ima noč ritem. Tiha, zadržana, in kar si
zapomnimo, je tisto, v čemer je B najboljši; kako spregledati
most in vso njegovo težo in papir in čakati.
Prevod: Katja Perat
When they tore down the bridge B had to travel back
to his country six times because the authorities kept
postponing its demolition. The order would come
and then be lost in the paperwork. B wanted to be
there because the bridge was from when he was afraid,
cold and happy.
B didn’t want the bridge destroyed yet an insatiable
hunger like chattering teeth possessed him to witness
its collapse. So he travelled, back and forth,
as the orders came and went until the paperwork
grew to become the bridge and he was
overseeing its destruction.
Night, although there is light.
But night seems to have a rhythm; it is midnight after all.
Quietness, waiting. It lies there, so restrained and
awaiting the new day. B waits.
With growing frequency B sees a Citroën DS overtaking him
with a man at the wheel and a woman beside him.
With growing frequency they are beginning to resemble
each other – she a pair of glasses with black shiny frame,
he a moustache – sharing a mandarin
while they head for the bridge.
As it transpires, B will leave his shoes on the bridge.
He will jump wearing only his socks. We won’t
be able to remember the colour of his socks.
What was the colour of his socks?
But for now, night, although there is light. Night
seems to have a rhythm. Quiet, restrained and what
we remember is what B excels at; how to oversee
the bridge, and all his weight in paper and wait.