Return
In reality, I knew that suddenly something unforeseen would have cancelled everything, and when I heard them talking,
I felt as if I hadn’t grown at all, so indifferent they were (and I had to protect that and there wasn’t any safe place anywhere,
and as I walked into the street I, as desolate as ever, stretched my arm to no one because who knows whether
someone would be there waiting; then the doorbell rang, “Why
You returned?” I asked him; he was an old childhood friend. “I still
have something to finish,” he said, and all night long I heard him
sobbing in the next room because he had died very young and
he had returned to cry so his purpose on earth could be fulfilled.
