still waiting for Andreas Sam
And here is what the harp sings into his ear while he listens with his eyes shut: that he will soon stop tending cows for Mr. Molnar, that his father will never return, that he will leave the hut with the earthen floor, that he will finally go to his grandfather’s in Montenegro, that he will get new books, that he will have fifteen hundred pencils, two hundred fountain pens, and five thousand books, that his mother will soon die, that he will meet a girl he will love forever, that he will travel, that he will see oceans and cities, that he will go back into ancient history, biblical times, and investigate his murky past, and that he will write the story of the aeolian harp made of telegraph poles and electric wires.
Danilo Kiš
Early Sorrows