The Night and Day When We Saved the Republic
The Night and Day When We Saved the Republic

Summary/Abstract: So, this is the balcony. I am standing on it and am looking down onto something like a yard, surrounded with the walls of the buildings on all four sides. There are four pinetrees in a row, a path, on my left balcony side a hedged sand-pit with a toboggan, and a wooden garden dwarf. Besides the pine-trees, there are two more trees; one is tender and thin, supposedly a birch-tree, and the other one somewhat wild and sturdy, I don’t know how to call it. The garbage cans, right below the balcony, are neatly closed. It isn’t spring yet. And when it finally comes, here in the north, it will probably be mild. I am thinking about it primarily because of the garbage below and the southerly wind. I can even hear the birds in the morning. I get out onto the balcony, trying to spot them, looking around for them; I can’t possibly see them. But they sing, so it is a cozy little place.

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