16 LEMUR THE SIXTEENTH BUDAPEST – LAKITELEK (ANIKA, 11 years old)
This is your last chance. So be good, Anika. Mind what you do this time.
The jury consists of gigantic heroes arranged in a circle. Petrified, they watch her reproachfully. She’s condemned. She wants to approach them. Between them and her is a too-wide plateau of stone and concrete, gigantic, made not for people, but for subjects of empires, kingdoms, nations, republics.
Above all, the judge. Archangel Gabriel. Half-spread wings. Boasting. Putting on airs. Raising a golden wreath. The gold starts to burn. He’ll put it on her head. He appears to be mild, but he isn’t. She feels his blessed warmth.
They have all come down on her. Angels and heroes alike. They send their breath of smog to her. They’ll kill her this way. The
