The Band A band was proceeding along a provincial coast road. It was playing military marches. A fourteen year-old lad, wearing a wide hat and music's old clothes and playing a trombone, didn't see the bend in the road. And so the band turned, while the lad walked straight on alone. With his large hat and trombone. (Translated by David Connolly) In The Asylum Yard One Sunday we were sitting in the glare of the asylum yard till suddenly someone got up and said: 'tell us about her ". And so I began: " Her soul a country cottage in winter where each morning you saw the oranges in the garden and you thought to yourself someone will come some rightful heirs will cut down those trees. I opened it then and went in. In the hills I encountered gun emplacements abandoned from some other occupation, graveyards in the infants' section with Easter candles and tiny wreaths blossoms of white and pink. And time passed with me always all alone shar...