The Passport (11 page)
Authors: Herta Muller
“I’ve got a wife,” says the night watchman. “She’s a milkmaid in the cowsheds in the valley.”
Windisch’s wife sees the milkmaid with the blue headscarf standing outside the inn next to Windisch’s bicycle. “I know her,” says Windisch’s wife, “she bought our bed.”
The milkmaid looks across the road to the square in front of the church. She eats an apple and waits.
“I suppose you don’t want to emigrate now,” says Windisch. The night watchman crushes his hat in his hands. He looks over to the inn. “I’m staying here,” he says.
Windisch sees the band of dirt on his shirt. A vein beats on the night watchman’s neck. Time stands still. “My wife is waiting,” says the night watchman. He points over to the inn.
The tailor raises his hat in front of the war memorial. He looks at the tips of his shoes as he walks. He stops at the church door beside Skinny Wilma.
The night watchman brings his mouth up to Windisch’s ear. “There’s a young owl in the village,” he says. “It know its way around. It’s already made Skinny Wilma ill.” The night watchman smiles. “Skinny Wilma is clever,” he says. “She scared the owl away.” He looks over to the inn. “I’m going,” he says.
A cabbage white flutters past the tailor’s face. The tailor’s cheeks are pale, like curtains under his eyes.
The cabbage white flies through the tailor’s cheek. The tailor sinks his head. The cabbage white flies out of the back of the tailor’s head, white and uncrumpled. Skinny Wilma flaps her handkerchief. The cabbage white flies through her forehead and into her head.
The night watchman walks beneath the trees. He pushes Windisch’s old bicycle.
The car’s silver badge jingles in the night watchman’s jacket pocket. The milkmaid walks barefoot in the grass beside the bicycle. Her blue headscarf is a patch of water. Leaves are floating in it.
The prayer leader walks slowly through the church door
carrying a thick hymn book. It’s St. Anthony’s book.
The church bell strikes. Windisch’s wife is standing at the church door. The organ hums through Windisch’s hair in the dark air. Windisch walks down the bare passageway between the benches with his wife. Their heels click on the stone. Windisch’s hands are clasped. Windisch is hanging from his wife’s golden cross. A tear of glass hangs on his cheek.
Skinny Wilma’s eyes follow Windisch. Skinny Wilma lowers her head. “He got that suit from the army,” she says to the tailor. “They’re taking communion and haven’t confessed.
GLOSSARY
Banat:
Former Hungarian province under the Habsburg monarchy. After the First World War it was divided between Romania and Yugoslavia.
Swabians:
The German-speaking minority in the Banat (as distinct from the ’Saxons,’ the German-speaking minority of Transylvania, also in Romania).
Wallachian:
A term of abuse for Romanians used by German and Magyar speakers in Romania. From the Romanian province of Wallachia.
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