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When they left they did not lock their doors; they left water in the basin for the nightingale and the stray dog that used to visit them. On the dining table, they left bread, a pitcher of water and a tin of sardines. *** They said nothing before they left, but their silence was like a covenant with the door, the pitcher and the bread on the table. The road, the only thing to feel their footsteps, could not see them afterwards, however it did eventually. But one day it became numbed by the wheat carried along it from dawn till dusk and from doors it had seen leaving their place in the walls. *** The sea recalled that some sardines had flopped into it, swimming on to unknown places. Those who remained in the village said that a stray dog would come each evening and howl in front of their house. _______________ Translated by Anne Fairbairn
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