It was cold
…it was cold terribly cold dawn found them in a mountain shelter nearby Turtmann glacier he counted everyone nobody was missing later he remembered that his finger paused over (the body) of Karl he understood that his chest was no longer rising in rhythm with his breathing but strangely raised pointed the frozen nipples towards the hand painted floor boards exhausted by the long trek and the cold they did not even notice that Karl had stripped to the waist and fell asleep they went to town and when they undressed him completely in order to wash his body before the final journey they discovered on the soles of his feet a strange ornament they did not yet know that in a mysterious manner it reproduced a fragment of another ornament which was a gigantic mycelium more than ten km sq in size that during the last three thousand years had spread white strands throughout the land on which the town of Zinal was built if one could remove the earth and rock to leave behind the matted structure of white lines one could see in it mysterious formations and transparent figures including ones of those a certain professor from Heidelberg arranged evenings in a circle of those who looking into the eyes of their neighbours saw in them dead sisters and who a mad longing made throw themselves into the arms of someone who just a moment ago they would have greeted with a barely polite nod of the head and if the glacier which with a cold tongue touched the house farthest east the same one on the doorstep of which small Rosie was found turned upside down they would have noticed that one of the branches of the white strands formed a regular structure resembling runes on the icy coating and if they knew how to read them they formed the inscription Weisshorn meaning the name of the mountain from which the glacier flowed and which was at the same time the surname Heinz the same one in front of whose house they found small Rosie who disappeared one winter evening the search was called off the day before Christmas Eve only to find her four months later under the frozen earth of a flowerbed from which a piece of her organdy dress protruded the flower bed in which Heinz planted rare varieties of Azalia and Rhodedendron who jumped afterwards on skis into an icy couloir so narrow and steep that when they found him after many weeks his face was flat and his eyes slanted like a Chinese whose head was lying as one of many on the grass in a photograph from an execution during the Boxer Rebellion which for unknown reasons hung in the hallway in Kurt Wexelberger’s photography studio which was directly adjacent to the perfumery of Uri Weisshorn Heinz’s grandfather in whose windows an advertisement for Absolute Repair conditioners and creams was displayed for more than a year …
Piotr KurkaI was born in the year of the Dog.My surname is Kurka.I live in Lipowa.In 1999, in the Sanju Sangendo monasteryI understood that what I am working onis directly connected with the Feynman equations.In 1995, in Barney’s Castle, a bar in lower Manhattan, my ability to bilocate revealed itself. For many years, with a certain regularity, a cloud (always of the same shape) appears above my head, dividing the area nearby into clearly divided zones of light and dark. My little toe emits extremely high-energy radiation.
