Diego's Life Was Happy When I Was Near You

When diego had been transferred to the hotel before from a prison in the fort where he had spent a day and a night with other men who had now perhaps been killed, it felt like being exhumed. On the walls were grafiti written by german homosexuals: Mine, liber camerad, francz, i am shut up here and you are far from me. An old man with a white beard dressed in hunting clothes would get up every so often during the night,. stepping over the bodies and urinate with considerable effort into a can in the corner.