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336 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2010
In one bed, under a sheet, the body of a woman, heavy as a snowdrift. She is delirious, and calling for someone in her fever.
In another, an old man so wizened only his head seems to be left, a mask on a pillow with a respiratory tube in the gap for the mouth.
A pungent smell of injections and disinfectant.
Stubble, a weak chin, swollen lips, a pointed, gristly nose. He looks like a teacher. A young, chubby face, already worn out. A bare, swaddled little fellow in a very ordinary municipal hospital’s palliative care ward which reeks of chlorine. A boy who loved everyone. Everyone. For how long? For how many days, nights? He has lost all sense of time, which has stopped in this white-tiled antechamber where sounds are so clear, the hollow white noise of the cosmos. This sterile, washed out place they have brought him to, isolated and alone, is like a sci-fi film set, a module in an alien spacecraft where the purpose of the equipment is to sustain life. But life is ebbing away and the man is floating effortlessly, weightlessly, a boat drifting without oars or sails downstream to somewhere unseen, unknown, far away.
He saw everything as a garden which had vanished into this moment of autumn, and took a deep breath of the dankness of the earth. Autumn, these people like fallen leaves. For them, it was all over.