The hungry until the return of memory, of remembrance a forced loss of innocence the freight train always arrived close to midnight the east wind had collapsed tonight, screaming screaming, spinning on the screams sank his shoes halfway into the sandy earth « Private Property » isn't it, isn't it he looked at him paralyzed they knew exactly what to say a hollow noise ils raidissent let the shadow run furtively surveying long territories satiété feeling the masks of the windows wasp prison wasp nest crackles in the glare