Before the Feast by Stanisic Sasa

Author:Stanisic, Sasa [Stanisic, Sasa]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Tin House Books
Published: 2016-06-14T04:00:00+00:00

THE STREETLAMP OUTSIDE THE HOMELAND HOUSE isn’t working. The gate at the entrance shouldn’t be open. Johann shines light in from his mobile. There are bits of glass on the ground. The windowpane is broken, the window’s open. Ma made that crochet-work curtain.

He shouldn’t go in there; he climbs in. Neither Lada nor Suzi nor his half-elf would have done so. The lights won’t switch on. On the other hand, Lada and Suzi and in particular Mustard-Micha would be much more likely candidates to do a thing like that here. A thing like what? Talk about it sometimes, anyway. Not about the Homeland House, of course, what is there to nick in here? Johann shines the flashlight app into the front room. Leaves, not very many of them, are lying on the floor, scattered by a gust of wind. It wouldn’t be the first time for Mustard-Micha—just ask Lütti at the fuel station in Woldegk. Micha attacked Lütti twice. A gas gun and an Elvis mask, but as soon as he opened his mouth Lütti knew it was Micha under the mask, they’d sort of known each other for ever, since their fathers left them before they were born, their mothers are still best friends today. Lütti didn’t show that he knew who it was either time, so as not to hurt Micha’s feelings. A year later Micha organized a booze-up to make things okay and apologized to Lütti. “It wasn’t anything to do with you personally.” Lütti understood that and accepted the apology. The booze-up to make things okay was also a celebration of Micha being out of jail. And then Lütti apologized too, because he hadn’t meant it personally either when he shopped Micha, but twice was once too many. Naturally Micha also understood that, and accepted the apology.

But seriously, what was there to nick in here? The GDR stuff? Everyone had plenty of that at home. As long as a GDR hairdryer is still getting hair dry somewhere or other, the GDR isn’t dead.

The door to the cellar steps is open, a little light comes up from down below. However, the light on the steps isn’t working. Johann listens. “Hello?—Ma?”

He shouldn’t go down there; he does go down there. A long corridor, with the large door at the end of it standing open. The light is coming from the room beyond the door. The Archivarium. Ma is always talking about her Archivarium. It would break her heart if someone—

Johann knows the room from the 700th anniversary celebrations, when it was nearly empty. Now it is stuffed full of books, standing on shelves and on top of other books, with stacks of papers everywhere. In the corner there is a fine pair of antlers. In the middle of the room there is a table with writing materials, a magnifying glass and even more paper on it.

Best of all is the leather: four gigantic leather wall hangings or whatever you’d call them, made up of separate pieces of leather. Johann runs his fingers over one of them; it is cool.

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