H. Adler - The Journey

A pile of wood should be set on fire in the courtyard. Whenever you drew near you could then warm your hands and feet. Ida would have loved that. Zerlina didn’t need it, nor Paul. They were well fitted out and ready for the mountains. The seats were reserved, so no one needed to stand in the corridors. There was no cost for the ticket, for no one was expected to pay. In fact, it was not possible to pay since no one was allowed to have any money, and travel was also forbidden. Now the only question was what the sick would do in the mountains. It would not be possible to carry the stretchers up the sled paths because those who carried them would slip and fall, along with the stretchers. The old people would grow cold. They would die, especially if Leopold was not allowed to care for them. But they were already dead. They just needed to be placed in coffins. But you don’t take along coffins on a journey. It’s much too costly and the freight is not worth the trouble. Someone cried out when someone else knocked his stretcher. “Please, I just had an operation. I can’t take it! I can’t take it!” So much snow causes unnecessary cruelty. Much simpler would be to push the stretchers, since they have runners. There are also sleds. The cool air is good for the wounded, for it lets them think of other things.

The sick had the advantage, but they failed to use it since everything was now absurd. Leopold was right, the organization was terrible. The mourners did best to take care of each burial themselves. Even at the cemetery, discipline had to be maintained. Cross-Eyes is much too full of himself; nobody is interested in his sermons, which inspire no one. It would be better to get rid of the leathery fellow, but you cannot have it that easy. If there is only free will, then there would be no suffering, and that would be unfortunate. A little suffering never hurt anyone, as long as one does not feel it in the extreme. What’s all the fuss about? No one is ready for winter, though it is easy to see that they will all become so tired that they will sleep standing up. Those who nod off keep in step when prodded on and never know the difference. They are perfectly servile, the heroes are pleased. Each wanders from home to home and no longer needs a doormat. The doormats of yesterday are the men of today.

Paul has to give Zerlina a shove in order to keep her moving. “It’s dangerous to move so slow. Be careful!”

“I’m going.”

“It’s dangerous to talk. Be careful!”

“I didn’t say anything.”

If you keep your head lowered you see the path better. Ahead of you are feet that also dance without music. The ground is muddy, versus in town where the snow is always swept away and salt is strewn around, while here everything is turned into complete muck. The street sweepers are a useless bunch. If they were sent into the mountains, they would soon be stripped of the illusion that everything must be swept away. For nothing can be. The mud stains never disappear and spread everywhere in town and cause difficulty only for those who carelessly slog through them. Anyone who does not keep his vulnerability wrapped up inside only reveals that he has been pampered too much. People make the mistake of living too closely together. Therefore it’s good to be expelled. When you are homeless, there is no resting place. There is only snow and eternal winter. You should come along so that you can experience eternal winter, way off where there is no way out, where no one is even by your side. There you have only your bread bag with you, but supplies are low and as spare as the good-byes you were given when you were banished and others turned away from you with tears in their eyes and snow. And there you stand, empty, trembling, and faint, even though the region has been free of wild animals for centuries. There are no more wolves or bears. Only small animals that flee from you as soon as they catch your scent. Your pockets are empty, and you are hungry. The snowfields through which you wander aimlessly stretch out endlessly in front of you, there being no map to show you the way.

You should give in to the circumstances and play the fool. It’s good that you can be laughed at. The old and the weak will leave you in the lurch and run off. You all are nothing more than wild animals. Do you remember that you were once human beings? The gaze of Cross-Eyes meets you at the corner. You’re lucky that, because of the frosty cold, he can no longer swing the whip that has frozen into an icicle. He’s just glad he can lean on it. He can no longer make any reports and must leave behind Frau Lischka’s drunken husband. One day soon she will yank the whip from his withered hand and say that she alone is permitted to sweep away such loneliness. Then you all would be rid of the pest and could confidently dedicate yourself to the belief that if you encounter someone or knock on the door of a mountain hut, behind it will be someone friendly. But you won’t be able to say who you are, otherwise they will chase you down the slope and their laughter will crush you. Given the circumstances, they will say they cannot burden themselves with worrying about the needs of a bunch of people on a pleasure trip. If they should ask you your name and origins, tell them you have forgotten everything. If they do not believe you, then explain that your name has been erased, for you no longer really exist. But since you really are standing there in front of them, they won’t think that you are a ghost, but rather a refugee no longer forced to remain in the stuffy air of the museum. If they should extend a bit of something to eat, which you take, that will say much more than anything you can say.

But then you must flee. Don’t stop, for they will be on your trail and will make sure there is no place where your name can be spoken. Don’t flee from the night! Think of yourselves as born from darkness, that what now hangs over you is the need for a light within the darkness, something that earlier was your role to maintain. Fear is piteous, but it spurs no forgiveness, for it spreads terror. The miserable are stepped upon, for that is how others seek to impose justice. That is why you must be strong and find a little spot where you can take shelter from the storm and at night escape the elements. Only, you must believe that it is not so bad. Freedom has been handed to you. The laws of previous societies no longer apply to you. You have been asked to build a home out of rubble with your own strength. How you choose to erect it is how it will come to be.

You’re being given a sign to move, don’t you see it? You have to admit that cross-eyed Herr Nussbaum is certainly on the ball. Everything goes off without a hitch. The assistants sigh deeply, but it’s a sigh of relief, for they have done well. Not a single complaint is heard. The heroes stroll and strut the length of the station platform. You sit down, one on top of another, four to a bench, eight to a compartment, like regular, upstanding citizens. But this is no ski hut, there is no snow. No, they are empty train cars. They are narrow, much more narrow than the huts you should have built, but which have already been finished, thus saving you the work. Everything has been taken care of, for they did not want to strain your silky little hands. Who could possibly complain about such sound accommodations? How could you have even completed the job when you have never learned to work with your hands?

You can’t be trusted with anything, everything must be arranged for you, because you are a lazy bunch that not even lifting a shovel can change. Like little children, everything has to be done for you, though you arrive at the dinner table without uttering the slightest thank-you. Nothing can be expected from you but your stinking smell. Everything you youngsters need has been taken care of for you, we’ve made sure of that. We have sacrificed ourselves for you. If we were a little tougher with you, then you would get all worked up and melt right in the middle of snowy winter. You want snowdrops? We haven’t brought you flowers. It’s too late. The train will depart before we can get some. We’ll send them to you. Yes, everything your heart desires will be sent to you. But you should be off already! Have you forgotten something? That doesn’t matter. Just drop us a line, we’ll take care of everything. You can count on us. Can’t you see it in our faces? Just look in our eyes and you’ll see that we can be trusted! Something could happen to you? Who told you that? It’s just a bunch of stupid chatter! Not a single hair will be disturbed. Such transgressions are not allowed. Now you are traveling to safety, your new home, just like you always wanted. Is the good-bye hard for you? That’s hard for us to believe! No, we can’t believe it! The forbidden at last lies behind you for good, and now eternal freedom is waving you on. There you can do what you want. We wish we had the chance to share your lot, but unfortunately that has been denied us. With us lies the responsibility to worry about your well-being, and then to worry about your brothers who are also awaiting the journey.