Miss Hatshepsut
Miss Hatshepsut,
salesgirl in a ladies’ lingerie store, again woke up very late and
with a feeling of loneliness. She had been dreaming of a two-lipped jug.
In her dream the wine had tied itself in a knot and spouted in two jets,
simultaneously filling two glasses.
As usual on such occasions when she felt lonely, she knew exactly what
to do. First she cast a glance at the two rivers. That morning the clouds
failed to cross the water. They twisted their way upstream along the
right bank of the Danube and rode the winds at its meeting point with
the Sava. In the early evening she set off for work. She worked the
second shift, staying on till late into the night. That day by the corner
newspaper kiosk she caught sight of a gentleman in a winter coat the
color of black lacquer. She stood next to him, in her right hand proffered
money for a newspaper to the vendor, and with her left felt around in
the gentleman’s right-hand coat pocket and took the first thing
she came upon. At that moment the newspaper seller handed her a newspaper
and she left the scene of the theft unobserved. The gentleman got into
a car the same color as his coat and disappeared.
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