in '94, crawling beneath furniture, we find
a tooth and a note (author unknown). it reads:
wait for me, I'll be back later and all will be explained. that's all when it comes to '94.
in '97, we're still playing by ourselves.
then the first dying comes. asked about
eternal life, mother answers: go play with
your toy car. my brother and I, all we had
was that one toy car. in '99, I am shifting
crates of bottles. the money I put away buys
my first ever nokia. for a while now, my hand
has been trembling. in august of 2013, a tooth
starts to move around. a few weeks later, I get
a text message from an unknown number: sorry
that it took so long, be with you shortly. if I was
superstitious, I would have cheered – but I'm not.
© translated by Marek Kazmierski