Chapter 7
The morning turned out to be fresh and dry as if at night a giant vacuum cleaner had pulled out all the abominations in town at once. I swallowed my triangular pill, brewed some coffee and sat down under the tree so that for a while I could at least seem to be an ordinary girl. My bandaged hand ached dully, but persistently, so I did not even try to stop that feeling. Yes, sometimes, it was possible for me to control my body more than other people might be able to do. I could convince myself that I did not feel the need to eat or sleep, that the cucumber in my mouth was sweet, and that the apple branch scratch on my leg did not hurt at all. It was a real miracle, which, however, came only when peace reigned in my heart, and the Knowledge of the Heavens – in my thoughts. I recall
