

The faithful-those for the faithful, atheists-those for atheists, liars-those for liars, murderers-those for murderers, cowards-those for cowards, moralizers-those for moralizers. In short: anyone who failed to follow the commandments is liquidated.

“Could you please tell me what it says in paragraph eight?” According to paragraph eight you are slated for liquidation. “Did you follow the commandments as you were taught them?” “Comments are unnecessary,” the judge interrupts again. “It’s possible that I didn’t follow them in strict terms, but.

“No comments, please,” interrupts the judge. “What was the worldview you were born into?” The middle one opens a thick book and begins. They are wearing judges’ robes, their parchment faces set off by white wing collars. A gate opens in the wall and three judges enter the valley. The Valley of Josaphat is paved in cement and enclosed by a stone wall. And the driver is blocked off by black fabric. The driver won’t answer my questions but I don’t mind, it’s best not to speak to bus drivers. I want to go back to that evening in Aukštoji Panemunė, to the veranda. Wait for a winter consciousness, for snow. And I don’t want to write a popular pamphlet. I am like a scientist who has lost his formulae. But a new craving to retrieve the damp fragrance of the acacias, the nightingale, the ancient signs. No more footprints in the steaming earth. The polyphonies and the nightingale have traveled to the depths of his unconscious. The elevator goes up, the elevator goes down.
