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And I saw how it had been laughing. I saw this. I have had children. This baby had been laughing, and I saw that. Yes the mother, she was the mother, of course.

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now then, choking it back, ready to scream at me. Anger, so anger, in me

You step outside, said the first one.

I stepped outside. He took the baby from me. Now the shooting was at crescendo level, old rifles and bayonets. They had no interest in me. I do not know about him. I was to keep
to the front. I saw the huge shock of hair, artist-father, not to look back. I then was struck, to unconsciousness,

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6
“a statement”

Then from the doorway, she was leaving and the two men, I saw them follow her. I waited within the shadows. The third man was by the wall, I knew it, yes. What was wrong I do
not know but that then, now, for that period these three images were in my brain, crowding and crowding.

Then also thinking of sex, it is true that girl had offered to me sex. She thought I did not recognise this. Later when meeting together I also was embarrassed. Why. I know why. I know why. I
was not angry. I had been seeing her as the girl only, one who attracts the eyes of males. For her a straight-forward matter, she had adapted, it was new but not new.

I had been watching them, of course, watching all, any thing, and not knowing of these two, who were they, I did not know, securitys might be there, anywhere. And not on duty also, yes, coming
to this tourist place where much is known and women are here and girls also are here and may be found, younger girls, if closeby, and if these two were tourists to our country, but no, I did not
think so, these were not tourists, I made the judgment, knowing them as fools. Fools, seeking the girl. I was certain in that, and to make use of it, yes, I also adapt and would adapt, as the girl.
She was beautiful. To myself, to all men. Yes, a girl strong and with strength, special strength. I had forgotten her presence, choosing so not to, yes, not to think therefore these possible
consequences, no consideration of these. There are ways we live. I cannot deny some. Perhaps there was a realisation that I had. Otherwise yes, I knew what was to be done and had prepared, even so
the two men, adapting to that. I saw how they made pleasantries with her. Of course she now was seeing them differently and could not be in our planning, what further I might embark upon. Earlier I
had been prepared just as now that she could not be prepared, could not have been, now that she so understood, her look was furtive, I saw it. The two men spoke in brusque tones, as in disagreement
with her. I heard them, and looking to her face, that I might see her eyes, if that was possible in these shadows, I do not think so.

She would escape. If there could be doubts of that, I did not, I had none, there was the objective and I was to accomplish it and could not wait there to the rear, not longer than I had done, a
farther fifty metres to reach the alley, and I would have to dash and if I went, and there was no choice if I went, and it had to be now, and it was now, I moved again quickly, quickly.

The images, the cluster breaking, and reforming.

Where she was.

I saw the third man by the wall. I thought of his face, knowing his face so well. He knew what was to be happening for himself, knowing nought of myself but was in preparation for all, for any,
he was no fool, also dangerous, vicious, so, more.

It was no controlled area, nor curfew in operation. When he returned into view it was from the far side of the building, and of course I was by this time round by there, yes into location. I
supposed the girl to be closeby if she had escaped from these two fools, or not. I could give no thought to her and safety, my concentration fully to the third fellow, yes, I knew him, I knew him,
this one, I knew all what he thought. I see him there in the shadows, ever vigilant. Of course believing himself unobserved. He might think of the girl, seeing also these two, perhaps having
irritation and would chide himself, no cause existing for it, himself themself, these fools, they only were men, it should not upset him. But so does upset him. He has daughters, also. Yes, such
knowledge, always unsettling for him, factors not sexual. I knew how his clothes had been bought for him by women. This was his family, daughters and mothers, aunts. Dangerous man who was a dutiful
fellow, having his own burdens, all responsibilities, his children growing with a bad view of him, his brow and worry-lines, smoking too much, drinking alcohol too much, sex and guilt for it, each
answer a word of warning, a silent household, yes, his family so might relax when he must go from home about his business. They know nothing of that business. He has feelings of resentment yet can
tell them nothing, neither his wife, he cannot speak, never. And she is a bridge to his children, without her he has nothing of them, he cannot hold them, onto them

the line is slipping. It is sentiment. I think of these things. If what I say, the life of himself and that family, no, he was with the girl, he also would be thinking of the girl, this was that
for us, making it so, for myself, if I had the knowledge that I would do one thing and not another thing, of course. It was him. I had no doubt. If it is said, said of myself. What?

Yes the other two followed, in my route by the alley. I heard them, a disagreement now with themselves. Where the girl was, she had escaped out from them and from immediate view of the third
man. She would be into the location, what is it, porch or entrance from a courtyard, space there, what one it might be, adjacent and shadows offering concealment of course. I do not know much more
of that, of that period. Not of her, not until later and I saw her as indicated. Now of myself, actions.

But that when I speak of the two I also heard them, I said their disagreement. If the third man also did hear them, I do not think so. I knew he did not. And the girl was now inside her place so
these two others were in that direction, it now being critical if this might hold for us, and there yes I could feel the girl reveal herself to the third man and knowing how that amazement would
have been that here that she was and this then was the time that was proper, and I was to move so quickly once more and did so, coming from my position and was walking down by there so quickly if
it had happened not had happened I was to be there for that eventuality if a fate had befallen the girl. And now these shadows, great shadows, dark narrow thoroughfare, banked on its northside,
selected route, if I should be grateful, not grateful. It was not so dangerous.

I could have gone more carefully. If the one had not heard these fools he would not hear myself, impaired hearing, older fellow. And so, I had learned from fools. But it was the girl, attention
of the third man wholly to her. So in his mind now also in body, she was standing in view of him, she was in the shadows, he only in witness, none other, she only existed there as for himself, if
this dream for him it was no dream, this girl was seeing him and should he go to her, also himself knowing of the inability to recognise the threat, who was the threat, he might recognise the girl,
now her body and shape of her herself, if he did not then know her. What was this girl who offered sex it could not be if his mind played tricks on him why was he there and he knew all of his life
having been so warned. So it was, having forgotten such as myself and surprise all was with myself, he was not prepared, so it was known, myself myself.

Later we were to have returned by the place to a location and if these fools were there, I did not think so, it was an amusement, and if they were there amusement also for we two. They would
have continued, elsewhere.

What I am to say, I say something, he is dead, now, of course.

There were these other incidents, we knew of them, father of daughters, father of sons. Our thinking is of experience gained. I saw his eyes, fear there with him, was with him. Guilt, yes,
knowledge self-knowledge, reconciliation to myself, I there as so, his ending. Three images in clusters. I might have been more painstaking. Of course, always. There was no alteration in what
happened. If I am to say if that it was the girl, it was she decided this action of myself. If it is shameful, what is shameful. What more. No more is to be said. The girl was not into my mind.
Later, if it became so.

I would not return over what had gone, not from the past as into the present that is our present. If she had offered herself to me and it had happened then it had so, what did she think, who
that I might be. There are operations. The image of her. I could not alter my thinking. In the doorway she was looking to me. I cannot say more. Of course he is dead, what more. Yes, I have seen
her, since that night, of course

7
“lives were around me”

I knew this walk, lying three miles from the international area, retaining old qualities besides this new, fish and sea-food restaurants. In seasons named for tourists if
tourists were there these might be busy, becoming busier. At this time not so busy. Local people, old men discussing events now dead, also men alone, men without anything, also on benches, for what
opportunity.

If there are opportunities for these men, they watch for them. There might be such. If tourists are there opportunities also will be there.

The horizon is to be looked at yes they look to it, what is there, boats are there, things to come are there, the eyelids of these men, reading onto them.

This was a harbour, even a great harbour, so they said, once upon a time. But even yet I saw it to be a good harbour.

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