“Lined up we are, hours and hours and hours
\nWomen, children, we count, count and count
\nIntense heat, counting the hours
\nin the rising sun for a thousand years
\nhours and hours and hours, in the heat of the sun
\nAnd the Japanese keep counting, but with an
\nempty stomach counting in Japanese is too hard
”\n<\/p>\n
Translated from a Dutch poem<\/p>\n
We tiptoed through the house. We had to be quiet. Not just
\nquiet-quiet. But like in extremely quiet. There was no music in our
\nhouse. And if there was, we better turned the volume down.\n<\/p>\n
Nowadays, I hear people complain about my voice. My voice is too low
\nand if I could speak up a bit. I get irritated when the TV’s on when
\nwe’re having supper. And, like the old man, I sneak around in my own
\nhouse, afraid of waking up old ghosts. Old ghosts.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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