What Is New at the Cementery

Wolfgang Kohlhaase, Hanna Monasquera
1984 Iowa Review : literary quarterly  
What Is New at the Cemetery THE STREETS WERE slippery; it was snowing the whole time. We avoided speaking about the cause for our trip. Only once my father said, "One after another, they go." By the house at the edge of the settlement where the salt marshes begin there were already two cars standing, a Skoda and a Trabant. Three neighborhood children watched us curiously as we got out. We left the flowers in the car. As we entered the yard, my aunt Lene saw us through the kitchen window and we
more » ... chen window and we saw her. Her eyes lit up with happy surprise; her voice shrilled girlishly, "They're here from Berlin."
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