Chapter 5
Bodyo used to live with his parents. Then his father died, and his mother was a drunkard who wouldn’t give him any peace. Sometime later, he settled on Vulka Street where he lived by himself in a small house, whose low windows had settled into the ground. First, I took a tram and then walked the rest of the way to get there. His street had no sidewalk and wasn’t paved. I had to walk around puddles, sometimes holding on to the fence. I went into the yard, which was a mess – there were piles of rotted wooden planks from the old floor which Bodyo had replaced with a new one, but for some reason had not burned yet, and rusty buckets and pots from previous owners. His house had not changed since my last visit. There was the very same desolation and absence of a caretaker. The heavy o
