The picture of the crying child
… in the head of the father.
It burns to myself in me one this grief to see.
To feel the feeling of the crying.
„What does do my dad?
Why does he lie there only thus?
And why does a woman stroke to me my brains?
I do not understand all that.
I want to play only with dad but he is so quiet.
Does he sleep only?
I cannot embrace him any more.
What should I do?
I am small, however,
the fact that with dad is not right a little bit, I feel.
I am so sad and I do not know what happens round me.„