At work

(1979) She stands on the corner. Like all the other nights, there is no mistake about the way she dresses. This is not a job one can quit easily. Now she looks at me, and I try to figure out the expression on her face. I look at her a long while. She is at her post. She hesitates, then she crosses the street. "Well, well", she says in an ambiguous tone. Without one word we walk down the street together. I believed I could save her from this life, which was probably an idea of no avail. We turn around the corner. The entrance is number 24. As we take the stairs, there is some creaking under our feet. The room looks surprisingly neat. The bed is untouched, at least so far tonight. She is standing with her coat over her left arm. "No more now", I say looking at her. I had imagined this quite differently. I tried to say something that would make some sort of sense. She looked at me with sad eyes. She knew what I was thinking. It was useless. I was only making a fool of myself, in believing I could change anything. We indulge, however, in a rather interesting conversation - according to some sort of down-to-earth philosophy - we are aware of the conditions, no change is possible, at least not during the stipulated half-hour. I was only making a fool of myself, in believing I could change anything. It was useless. She knew what I was thinking. She looked at me with sad eyes. I tried to say something that would make some sort of sense. I had imagined this quite differently. "No more now", I say looking at her. She is standing with her coat over her left arm. The bed is untouched, at least so far tonight. The room looks surprisingly neat. As we take the stairs, there is some creaking under our feet. The entrance is number 24. We turn around the corner. I believed I could save her from this life, which was probably an idea of no avail. Without one word we walk down the street together. "Well, well", she says in an ambiguous tone. She hesitates, then she crosses the street. She is at her post. I look at her a long while. Now she looks at me, and I try to figure out the expression on her face. This is not a job one can quit easily. Like all the other nights, there is no mistake about the way she dresses. She stands on the corner. [790714; translated into English 2003]


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