If I will shut my mouth
A moan of pleasure escapes them, our neighbours, after the patriarch across us slapping, shouting man commands my silence and I turn the corner of the house shamefully crunching an unspoken protest between my teeth like pebbles. Some seconds that devour entire moments around them, if there were tears they are not memorable. The question was where do we get our water from two aqueducts: one in the valley, one in the hills does the water flow to us or is it pumped up, that is the question crucial, at that moment the answer fundamental to establish why are we without water? For us, there’s me probably unfit to represent The Family I stand my ground before the door to our house share my knowledge too little? Incorrect? and listen for more: we have no water one aqueduct must be broken I twitter: water does flows to the people up the hill the aqueduct above us must be running still I listen and again: we have no water one aqueduct must be broken I speak up, for us, repeat mys...
