10 LEMUR THE TENTH THE VILLAGE OF SEMINOVO, SMOLENSK, RUSSIA (SOFIA, 13 years old)
Peasants.
Narrow minds.
Idiots.
Dead men.
Haters.
Beggars.
Mob.
Blind men.
Mice.
Dung beetles.
When you spit, you spit on yourselves... What do you know!
Sofia repeats this crying, as she holds the wheel of a twenty-five-year old Belarus tractor with both hands and all her might, and with her right foot presses the gas pedal which reacts to pressure only if superhuman violence is applied to it. She drives toward the main and only crossroads in the village. In the open trailer there’s a gravestone with a name written on, not inscribed (since no stonemason agreed to carve that name, at any price) and an improvised coffin made of boards.
You know nothing!
Sofia repeats, looking right through her t
