if you werenât full of all those mysteries I still know nothing about.â
I squeezed Teresaâs hand. She cheered me up. I felt like a good man. I gave a girl more than she expected. I made her happy the way I once made that old Capuchin priest in an empty church happy.
âDo you want to be with me?â I asked.
âI do.â
We threw the parcels into the river from a high, overgrown bank. We didnât discuss their contents. Only on our way back through the woods did Teresa ask me, a little concerned:
âDarling, what was in my parcel?â
âWell, you know, surely â¦â
âYes, but ⦠which part?â
I remained silent.
âCome on, tell me. The leg?â
âOf course not, the leg would have been much heavier.â
âI donât mean the whole leg â¦â
âTeresa, stop it.â
âYouâre right. Iâm sorry.â
She quickly lifted my hand to her lips. We sat down on a stack of logs in a clearing. Teresa took out two rolls and offered me one. Leaning on a log, I was contemplating the clouds drifting over the treetops.
âYou know what, Elfie?â
âWhat, love?â
âTomorrow I have national defense training again.â
âPoor thing, Iâm scared.â
âWhy?â
âIâm always scared before your training.â
âDonât worry. It wonât be for much longer now.â
âWhat makes you think it wonât be for much longer?â
âIâm sure of it, my little one. Before I met you, I didnât believe my life could change in any way. And I accepted that. In fact, it never bothered me much. But now, when Iâm involved in such an extraordinary affair ⦠Just think, Jerzy, itâs amazing â¦â She fell silent and, after thinking for a while, she added with conviction: âI just know that everything will turn out as you want.â
I waved my hand wearily. I knew that Teresa didnât really understand any of it. But her optimism and unbounded faith in me began to disturb me. When we plotted our escape, planned our travels and other adventures, I usually put forward the most bizarre, fantastic ideas. I could even find logical arguments for them. And the down-to-earth, practical Teresa fell for my fanciful nonsense. As long as we believed in it together, it was all very nice. But now I was struck by what an enormous distance separated me from those moments. Did it mean I was bored with love? Probably not. I needed Teresa, I wouldnât want to lose her. Yet I realized with absolute clarity that the only real thing was the corpse, at once a millstone around my neck and my lifeline.
11
I CHECKED THE TIMETABLE AND REALIZED THE BETTER OPTION would be to return by bus. Any other time I would have been disappointed, but today the prospect almost pleased me. I was disappointed by The Other Town. I tried to shorten the wait for the departure by discovering something special about buses. Unfortunately, I couldnât find anything special. Their shape and yellow headlamps just didnât fit into any metaphor. They were horrifying. But only in their objective existence. I turned my eyes to the station clock, hoping this poetic object might retain something of the fairy tale Iâd expected from The Other Town. I looked at it intensely, lingering on the bright little star at the top. Still, I felt I was losing my focus despite putting all my imagination and intelligence into the effort. Suddenly I heard the characteristic blare of a horn and at the same time, maybe just a few seconds before, a young voice:
âCareful, mister!â
Someone yanked my arm. I let myself be pulled back. A few inches before my eyes passed a bus. I turned around towards my rescuer and recognized The Girl I Used to See. Before I could get my bearings and get out of harmâs way, I stood in the middle of the road used by buses returning to the terminal. I had
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